On the other side of Antares, Abigail and Gabriela were pumping as much Mana as they could into their Magic Carriage, so it would run faster. They had been contacting Layland but they hadn't gotten a response from him, so they were extremely frantic.
Looking at them silently from the side was Celia de Antares, the Princess of Antares, better known as, the senior Holy Maiden. She would like to offer help but she was well aware of the fact that she could do nothing for them.
"I…am heavily thankful for you two," Celia remarked. "Although I can tell you are doing it for a reason, I am still glad because I have someone on my side."
"Well, your doom is equal to our doom," Gabriela replied. "That bastard, Mark, is planning to Transcend, isn't he? He will not think twice before killing all of us as soon as he gets the power."
"This may sound rude but what kind of problem does he have with you two?"
