"Such precise movements, truly commendable," Zeno stated upon shortening the distance between him and Sinclair.
Meanwhile, the Apostle of Justice just shrugged off his comment.
"Let's continue moving," she said without any hint of emotion in her eyes.
Despite all the questions that kept piling on her head, she chose to keep her silence.
'I'll investigate him afterwards; destroying the facility comes first,' she conveyed inside her thoughts.
Then, after a few hours of constant travel, the sun was already scorching hot, and due to the lack of moisture and having no clouds to reflect the sunlight, the desert felt a lot hotter than the other places in the Plain of Fantasies. Sinclair stopped for a while and wiped the sweat dripping on her forehead. The extreme heat caused her to search for water to quench her thirst but found nothing—not even a single drop.
"I will die first from this," she complained, whispering in silence.
