The cave was a sanctuary, a refuge from the unforgiving environment of Kraken. Kyle, Layla, and Lucias had been kicked out by Elara, and the planet had already acknowledged them as prey. The air was thick with tension, their senses on high alert as they waited for the inevitable.
Kyle had managed to start a fire, the flames crackling and spitting as they devoured the dry wood. The warmth was a welcome respite from the cold darkness of the cave, but it was a double-edged sword - a beacon that could attract unwanted attention.
Lucias watched as Kyle gathered more wood, his eyes narrowed in concern. "Kyle, do you plan on staying here?" he asked, his voice low and cautious.
Kyle's response was indifferent, his gaze fixed on the flames. "Yes."
