Sidney turned back. "He has to be a fake!"
The others in the cabin nodded.
Elliot had come to help?
What a joke. Never mind that he was only First Rank and could not even take part in the battle-even if he really wanted to help, he was at the dock in the Shallow Zone!
They were not even sure whether the transmitter in Holly's hands worked. Even if it did, there was absolutely no way their distress message could reach that far.
They had not even managed to contact the other fleets in the Expedition Army!
To take a more pessimistic view, Elliot had most likely already been killed.
The monsters had appeared so suddenly that even Sidney and the others had failed to react in time, surviving only through the sheer strength of their ranks.
Despite his best efforts to gather and shelter his subordinates, all the low-rank Supernatural people aboard had been wiped out.
Elliot was only First Rank, weak even among the low ranks, and had most likely been playing with the Difference Engine when the mutation broke out.
Could the Difference Engine possibly save him?
At the thought, Sidney's eyes dimmed considerably.
He had never expected Elliot to meet his death so unceremoniously. Sidney had thought he would be their last hope.
He pressed his lips together, a trace of regret flashing through his eyes. He should have brought Elliot with him. Even if they might not have made it back to the Empire alive, at least they could have faced death together.
The people around him looked grim as well.
With monsters blocking the door, weren't they completely finished?
Now they would not even have a chance to fight for their lives.
Michel still refused to give up hope. "Could it really be him?