Everyone turned to Lory with disapproving looks. She raised her brows, silently asking, "What?"
Lucas, Fargo, and Fredhardt exchanged helpless glances before sighing. Lucas massaged his forehead and said bluntly, "No."
"Why not?" Lory whined, her shoulders slumping in disappointment.
"Because it's too dangerous," Lucas replied firmly.
Lory raised her index finger. "Let me remind you—I just killed Demi-God Lazarus, okay?"
Lucas didn't miss a beat. "True, but didn't you also say you didn't do it alone? You had Girsha and your husband helping, right?"
Lory shrugged, conceding the point.
"Besides," Fredhardt chimed in, "we still don't even know where they're hiding Zalchana. And even if we did, we'd need a solid plan and a well-built team to pull it off."
"Exactly," Fargo added. "Let's stick to our current priorities. First, we need to rescue as many healers as we can from the S.A.I.N.T. organization. Who knows—maybe we'll get useful intel from them."
