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"Where have you been?"
The blonde boy let out a scoff as soon as he made it past the stairs and into the underground base, limping a little because his leg wound hadn't fully healed yet. He came face to face with a pair of brown eyes and a disappointed look as he flickered his blue eyes.
Wilbur's gaze fell towards Tommy's bandaged leg and grimaced at the sight. "What the—what happened to you?"
"I tripped but I lived."
Tommy bit back sarcastically in response, quite unsure whether to tell the older man about his faithful encounter with the queen—former reigning queen of Exousia.
The Kingdom of Power.
"How did you even get to patch yourself up like that? You suck at medic." Wilbur slapped a hand to his face. "You know what—nevermind."
Tommy averted his gaze with a nod. He quietly wished that Wilbur could have at least voiced a sliver of relief or delight at finding him alive and well.
He silently trailed behind Wilbur and walked further ahead to see an all too familiar looking man, adorned by his signature red cape and hog-mask.
