"I don't think he's–"
Lance cut himself off when he felt something from afar. "He's at the guild!"
Frederick grit his teeth and fired multiple asteroid-like attacks on the earth dragons. The others got out of the field when the sky cleared and the attacks fell.
"That darn rat," Frederick hissed and blasted himself to the roof of the guild house.
His teammates followed him, speeding up like they were running for their lives.
"We can't let them talk," Lance said.
"Do you think we don't know that?" Luck retorted. "Him talking would cause a big tilt and we can't let that happen."
'It already did.' A voice whispered inside their heads that made them fly even faster.
They got to the tower and saw the worried faces of Elliot's friends and Elliot looking back at them. Lance walked over to him.
"Elliot–"
"Why… didn't you tell me," Elliot said with a hushed voice.
"Elliot, whatever the man told you–"
"No," Elliot cut Midnight off.
Frederick sighed, "Kid, don't–"
