Rodion's voice—disguised in a deep, dramatic tone—echoed from the screen. "Survivors must reach the mall, but beware of the infected swarms hiding beneath the food court…"
His voice was laced with an exaggerated tension, and Mikhailis chuckled quietly. The AI certainly enjoyed his new role.
Cerys didn't seem to notice him yet. Her eyes were wide, lips slightly parted as she leaned forward, clearly immersed in the gory, tension-filled scene. A faint smile played at the corners of her mouth, and she muttered something under her breath as a survivor on the screen narrowly escaped a lunging zombie.
Mikhailis leaned against the doorframe, a soft smile curling his lips. "You know, most knights spend their free time polishing swords."
Cerys's head snapped around, her wide eyes narrowing for a heartbeat before softening with recognition. "Mikhailis! I didn't hear you—" Her face brightened, and she patted the cushion beside her. "Come, sit with me!"
