Verso, ever the solitary figure, found himself distancing himself from the Expedition members who had gathered to relax on the outskirts of the camp. The chatter and laughter of the others faded into the background as he settled himself under the shade of a nearby tree, his back leaned against the rough bark.

His gaze drifted over the familiar faces of his comrades, illuminated by the soft light of their campfires. The crackling of the flames and the soft sifting of the wind through the leaves provided a soothing soundtrack to the scene, but Verso found himself unable to truly relax.