"No. There's some weird energy signature messing with our signal!"
The quintet of the Elite Party was gathering in front of a complete signal transmitter and watching it nervously as the screen flashed chaotically in unusual runes. Caster, at the fore, gave the keyboard a few random whacks before slapping his own thigh in rage. "Magic, psionic energy, Holy Light…" he seethed, "no signal can be sent out. This world is completely blocked!"
"Doesn't that mean we can't give our location to headquarters… that we're trapped here?"
Rider, usually slow to catch up promptly became quick-witted at the sound of the bad news. "This isn't good," he murmured, frowning. "A blocked world, teleportation error, an environment same as the one back home… I think there must be something behind all this…"
"Something behind your dead body—shut up!"
