"That is not the only thing worth our worry. The Spirit wavelength of this gate is strange. It expanded and devoured nearly everything around it. I ran, and still I was drawn in. Yet when I landed here, there was no gate I had passed through. I was simply… here…"
My brows pulled together at that.
'Now that I think about it…'
I focused on him.
"But that means the others are probably here too."
'Ilse, Tristan…'
He turned away, his eyes moving across the trees.
"What help will they be? Weaklings, all of them. Even you. But that red-haired woman… I have never crossed blades with a sword like hers. She is strong. That much I can tell."
I chuckled at the bastard.
"Bro, she'll fry you."
He looked at me, confusion crossing his face again.
"I have no idea what lexical components you tend to default to. Are you perhaps unlearned?"
He paused, as if reminding himself of something.
