Date- Unspecified
Time- Unspecified
Location- Card World, Unspecified
With the Field Marshal's timely reminder, Wyatt scanned his surroundings, finding an approaching storm. He ordered, "Field Marshal, let's get out of the storm's path and find a peaceful location for our temporary shelter."
"Temporary shelter?" the Field Marshal blurted, pondering Wyatt's intentions in this lifeless foreign land. "How long are we going to stay here?" she asked.
"Not long. Let's head east," Wyatt replied. The Hive AI had predicted the storm's path based on wind currents. Coming from the north, it would head southwest, so they needed to go east.
Wyatt immediately headed east at his fastest speed, but soon felt a gentle warmth around his waist and smelled a familiar fragrance. The Field Marshal had picked him up in her embrace and used the space rule to displace them both thirty-five miles from their original location in a fraction of a second.
