They flew for four hours straight before Agnes finally showed signs of running out of juice. They finally decided to take a break.
He had already explained why he decided to kill their main competitor. She seemed to empathise with his reasons, but unfortunately, that did not solve the issue that the others might catch up to them.
Honestly, he didn't see it happening. What they could cover on foot in a day, they could make up within an hour of flying. But the captain was still ill at ease. Perhaps she was considering other things that might delay them for longer.
"If you want to reach the core fast, I have a way," he said as she finished drinking the leftover soup.
Agnes raised an eyebrow. "Did what you get from your trial let you teleport a great distance?"
"Something even better," he said.
"What is it?" she furrowed her brows.
"Just trust me on this," he grinned.
