"Az."
Ashlyn whispered softly, looking at me.
"..."
I quickly scanned the place without replying.
It was a giant vintage oval room with a dome-shaped ceiling made of glass that held back the heavy rain outside.
The place was illuminated with bright lamps hanging on the curved walls a few meters apart.
'It's a different place.'
The entire island is the Tomb made for Moshel.
And in every other place, there is a checkpoint that teleports someone to a different place randomly.
"...Az."
My gaze turned back to Ashlyn, standing between me and the door on the other side.
There wasn't anyone else in the room.
"Have you seen Ethan?" I asked, walking closer to her.
She smiled softly. "You look tired."
"I suppose so," I mumbled, rubbing my temples. "...Have you seen Ethan?" I asked again.
"...Stop it, Az." She whispered, her lips trembling.
"..."
