Darkness Descends

As the incense burned, the air inside the Safe House grew thin. Ye Zhao spent two Creation Points to manifest a batch of protective suits and oxygen masks, pretending she had retrieved them from her Personal Space. She tossed a set to Tu'an, who was still lying motionless nearby; she knew that once they stepped outside, they would be met with swirling sand, billowing smoke, and pervasive radiation, so it was best to be fully prepared.

"Friend, get ready. We have to continue our escape."

Tu'an lifted his eyelids to glance at the protective gear beside him. After a moment of hesitation, he climbed up to put it on. He wasn't afraid of the radiation, but he was a germaphobe, and the thought of the vast, swirling yellow sand was unbearable.

As Ye Zhao nimbly donned her gear, she mentally replayed her earlier verbal assault, critiquing where she hadn't performed well enough. She wanted to record a better version, and she intended to amplify the Megaphone twenty times over. She didn't need to shake the earth or make the whole world know, but she did want to shock the heavens and make the spirits weep.

Once equipped, Tu'an used the sliver of ability he had just recovered to carry Ye Zhao out of the underground Safe House. They appeared in the middle of a vast desert where yellow sand filled the sky, obscuring everything within five meters.

Although there was no signal for her phone, the compass still functioned. Ye Zhao opened the compass app, studied it for a long while, and chose a direction to set off.

Recalling the scenes she had seen in the Prophet's visions, Ye Zhao was in a bit of a rush this time. Instead of walking, she copied the Spatial Ability and carried Tu'an