Astherielle watched the bright light illuminate the sky. It was a strange bluish glow coming from the outskirts.
The blast was so huge that half of Zion was alerted by it.
The friends exchanged glances. Neither of them dared to speak of what was in their minds. They were afraid to voice it out—fearful that what they were thinking about Zera could be true.
"No," Beatrix said. She had her hands curled into fists. The rest of their company looked at them from the living room of their encampment. "Zera's fine. That's probably her doing, and she would be back soon."
Astherielle looked at Jaspreth. The expression on his face mirrored what Astherielle was feeling. But they didn't want to say anything aloud.
Beatrix gave the window a hard stare. She was close to running outside and heading straight to the gate. If she must, she would search the outskirts to ensure that Zera was alive.
