Story 371: Unlikely Allies

Zara adjusted her crimson jacket, brushing off a layer of dust that had clung to it from the underground chambers. The vibrant red seemed almost defiant in a world of ash and ruin, but it was intentional. Zara had never been one to blend into the background—her presence demanded attention, and in moments like this, it became a silent declaration of strength.

Marcus leaned back against a stone pillar, arms crossed as his dark eyes studied Zara. "That outfit of yours doesn’t scream 'stealth.' You’re either brave or reckless."

Zara smirked, her fingers gliding over the reinforced seams of her gloves. "I prefer the term 'prepared.' Now, about that problem you mentioned."

Rowan shifted beside her, his gaze darting between Marcus and the scattered survivors who hung back near the fire. He didn’t trust this setup, and neither did Zara, but they didn’t have the luxury of walking away.