"No!"
Loki shouted.
She had followed Pruhler and Jane out of the Dark Space, becoming the third person to emerge, but then one long, pitch-black arm after another reached out from the Dark Space, grabbing at the superhumans.
They dragged them back in.
Watching Colonel Pruhler and Jane's figures rapidly recede, watching the light before her be swallowed by darkness once more.
Loki's spirits plummeted. She even regretted not refusing this operation in the first place. Even if she had ended up like Bane, the Angel of Time's agent, being stripped of her position after refusing, that would still have been better than dying here.
A moment later, she felt her feet touch solid ground.
All around her was darkness.
She could see nothing and hear nothing.
It was as if she were the only person left in the world. An indescribable loneliness and fear of the unknown slowly gnawed at her heart.
Just then, a dim light appeared in the darkness.
Freeman.
The Black man who wielded the power of the God of Fire now had a cluster of orange-yellow flames rising between his hands.
This clearly was not the God of Fire's power, but a Third Order supernatural ability.
Freeman used the flames to barely illuminate their surroundings. Compared with Jane's Silver-White Sacred Fire, however, the Black man's flames seemed feeble, as though they might go out at any moment.
Still, the flames barely dispelled the darkness, bringing Loki and the others into view and allowing them to communicate.
"We have to get out!"
Freeman shouted, "Listen, since Colonel Pruhler and the others were able to open a spatial passage, we can definitely do it too. Don't forget, we're all Fourth Order superhumans!"
Loki sighed inwardly. She knew Freeman's plan was impossible.
In this Dark Space, no one