Rey completely disappeared. Zack stared at the spot where Rey had stood, the cold ring still heavy in his hand. He shifted his gaze unto the rings, stared at it for a moment, then wore it on her right middle finger.
He didn't know what it was… but, something about Rey felt familiar…like he felt comfortable around him, not afraid — not mad — but comfortable.
Meanwhile, Arya accessed her screen again, to check the inventory — if there are supplies added or anything. Then, the timer on the lower right corner caught her eyes.
[Trial Six will begin in: 23:45:59…23:45:58…23:45:57…]
Her eyes widened as she saw the countdown. Zack who was beside her, noticed the expression on her face, "What's wrong?"
"The trial — it will begin in twenty-three hours. We only have exactly twenty-three hours and forty five minutes left," she swallowed hard, trying to ignore the lump forming on her throat.
