When Fort explained the reason for his delay, Alan couldn't help but picture a comical scene in his mind—Fort, that indestructible golden warrior, pinned helplessly to a magnetic cliffside, flailing his limbs in vain as the rocks clung to his body like iron shackles. The image was so absurd that Alan had to bite his lip to suppress a laugh.
"Pffft… cough cough," Alan cleared his throat, trying to compose himself. "Well, they say good things are worth waiting for—and you, my friend, arrived at just the right time."
He then clapped Fort on the shoulder with enthusiasm. "So, my brother-in-arms… how many of them are you planning to take on?"
Fort gave the surrounding attackers a quick, measured glance. Then, he subtly pointed to a smaller group of enemies armed with close-combat weapons. He knew his own limits—buying time was one thing, but breaking through this kind of siege head-on? Pure fantasy.
