The next day began with silence.
Owen and Varkoth had fallen into a rhythm.
They'd cleared the eastern section of Zone 7. Killed two more prisoners who tried to ambush them during the night. Hunted a Tier 5, five-star predator that had been stalking them since yesterday.
Owen's credits: 287,000.
Varkoth's credits were likely higher, he didn't share his count, and Owen didn't ask.
[CURRENT RANK: #5 OF 191]
[SURVIVAL TIME: 3 DAYS, 4 HOURS]
[PRISONERS REMAINING: 191]
Nine dead in three days. The attrition rate was brutal.
They stood at the edge of Zone 7, where the green of the jungle met the red of volcanic rocks. To the north, Zone 3. Gorvax's starting location.
"I'm heading there..." Owen said.
Varkoth looked at the volcanic region. Lava rivers visible even from this distance. Heat shimmering the air.
"To find the Sower, huh?"
"Yeah."
Varkoth was quiet for a moment. "Then Our three days are up."
Owen nodded. "They are."
"You planning to keep the alliance?"
