"We don't know what kind of power we have. We'll only end up being a burden to him if we interfere in this fight.." Gerald shook his head and waved his hands dismissively as he spoke. "And what if he loses?" Alphonso, who was tending to Clarice's wounds, asked, which made the rest of the group turn their attention towards him. Gerald didn't reply immediately. He thought about it for a few seconds, and then, while biting his lips, he responded, "Well then, we'd have to try and forcibly activate our powers. And pray. Pray a whole lot."
Max, who was sitting next to Clarice and listening to the whole conversation, looked at his palms, squinting his eyes as he stared at his hand. He then turned his head and looked around him. The whole place was covered in large trees, shrubs and bushes. His eyes widened.
