"What we can do is check out the terrain of this island we are in and see if there are other people in it."
Red extracted the flask from her belt bag and handed it over to Archer. She had been carrying it around ever since the first trial since it reminded her that even someone like her could accomplish something amazing.
It was like a trophy to her.
Taking the glowing flask from her hands as gently as possible, Archer poured out just a handful of the tiny specks of the moon onto his palm and opened the pocket watch, drizzling the shimmering dust onto the timepiece's façade.
He then proceeded to chant so fast Red wasn't able to catch up with the words he was saying. She could only see how his lips closed and opened, a steady string of vowels and consonants mushed together to conceive a language she could only surmise as Faey jargons.
