Caden looked at Chrona, his concern evident.
"Chrona, how many more times do you think you can come back?"
Chrona lowered her head, her exhaustion plain in the dark circles under her eyes.
"I don't know," she whispered. "My calculation ability has limits. I can't even reverse time like I normally do. I didn't do it before because the Reaper had already…killed everyone, and I was too scared to think clearly."
Ping, who had been silently observing, pulled a small device from his pocket and studied it.
"I'd say she has about two more chances left."
"Two more lifelines before we all die," Summer murmured, her voice shaky.
Lucky sighed, his usual catchphrase slipping out. "I do not feel lucky right now."
Caden's expression hardened with determination. "We are not gonna die. We'll figure something out. You've done enough, Chrona. Now, it's time we do something else."
