Nasiah and the others rode off into the distance. The night sky twinkled with the radiant stars that dotted the blanket of the void like jewels within a cave.
It was quite quiet, a little too quiet. Everyone at once had a strange creeping feeling crawl onto their backs, akin to a centipede writhing by their clothes.
The feeling was so intense that Nasiah decided to prepare himself for a little. He grabbed a few pieces of worn cloth from his pockets and started to write the formula for the Semenatics of Magnitude using his Eden's lipstick.
Myrym, Eden, even Ayla, and Naomi could feel the tension in the air, bawling their fists and carefully holding on to their respective protector.
Phanuel prepared herself, holding two swords by the hilt as finally they arrived at the scene in question.
