A deathly silence spread through the area.
At last.
Silver Fantasy climbed to her feet, dragging her badly wounded body up, and asked:
"Can he find us here?"
Lynn's eyes flickered as he said:
"I don't know, but it should be very difficult. Our coordinates have fallen out of alignment with reality. To put it another way, you can think of us as kites with broken strings. The string connecting us to the real world has snapped."
Now, on the reverse side of that empty space, no one knew where they would drift.
But at least.
For now, they were still safe.
Silver Fantasy sat down heavily and fell silent. She clenched her fists without saying a word.
She wasn't blaming Lynn for bringing them here. She was blaming herself.
The enormous gap in strength had made even buying time an almost impossible luxury. Was this really how it all ended?
"We'll find a way."
Lynn reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder. For once, he didn't crack jokes as he usually did.
She raised her head, and he turned and said:
"Our top priority now is to recover as quickly as possible. If he really finds us here and we aren't ready by then, it'll be a massacre."
Silver Fantasy met his eyes.
For the first time, she saw resolve in them.
Yes.
Perhaps it was only at a moment of crisis that she could see, in the eyes of this usually frivolous fellow, a trace of the qualities a normal human being and a leader ought to possess. Was this his true self? Or was it yet another layer of disguise?
Silver Fantasy nodded firmly and reached out to take the hand he offered.
There wasn't much time to waste.
The first thing they had to