Zephyr, with a perplexed expression, repeated his question, "What mission?" His eyebrows raised in surprise as he scrutinized the group before him, a glint of amazement shimmering in his eyes.
One of the individuals, evidently flustered, hastily responded, "Um, we're here for the party." Zephyr's lips curled into a slight sneer, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
His gaze drifted to Mateo, who stood with his fists clenched, his expression taut with restrained emotion. With a hint of amusement, Zephyr inquired, "And what about you, Mateo? Are you also here for the festivities, or do you have a different purpose?" He fixed his stare on Mateo, who remained steadfast in avoiding direct eye contact.
The other boys exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the tension radiating between Zeph
