"...Haaah, how much longer do we have to remain like this for? There's obviously nothing in sight, and the temperature is crazy." Chelsea groaned with discomfort.
I shrugged with a sigh.
"We have to stay like this until those two finally return." As soon as i said those words, i turned to the side with narrow smile.
"Speaking of the devil."
The two familiar figures of Deandra and Don soon came into view. Their figures softly landed against the rising dunes of sand, carried by wisps of wind conjured by the psychic.
The first person to speak was Don. He stepped forward and spoke in a serious tone.
"We found traces of humans not too far from here."
Immediately as Don said that, his words made both Chelsea and Trise jump up to their feets in almost baffling perfect unison.
"Are you serious?"
"You did?"
I, too, rose up, not bothering to dust away the sand off my clothes, and walked up to Don while narrowing my eyes.
