Scar's Concerns, The Boundary's Fate

The blanket of darkness that spread from Zephyr's hand swept through the battlefield, clinging to the coins and items sprawled throughout the distance. 

Within seconds, every out-of-place item buried in the canyon's terrain entered Zephyr's grasp.

Despite the spoils of war from thousands of kills being worth quite the pretty penny, Zephyr remained unbothered by the supposed value. Instead, he glanced in Altair's direction with a meaningful expression.

"Everything has been sensed and accounted for. I'll begin moving it here, but it'll be up to you and your friends to store it as you please," Zephyr said.

"Storing?" Scar scoffed, giving Zephyr a smug smirk while ruffling Kieran's hair. "My runt has that covered. When it comes to storage, I naturally wouldn't leave him wanting."

Back when Kieran had first completed his Class Promotion and became a True Berserker, Scar made sure to provide Kieran with increased storage space.