"Hey… what do we do now?" Stella asked. "How do we find the key?"
Although it had been an hour since Stella had woken up from her improper dream that involved Zion, she still felt too embarrassed to look him straight in the eye.
"We don't need to find the key," Thirteen replied. "The key has found us."
"Huh?" Stella blinked in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Thirteen pointed to the ceiling, and Stella's eyes followed the tip of his fingertips.
Her eyes widened in shock at the sight of a golden key hovering right above them.
Without saying a word, Stella stood and jumped up. She then stepped into the air as if a solid foothold lay there, continuing her ascent to grab the key they were looking for.
Just as her hand neared the Key of Pride, a barrier appeared and repelled her.
Caught off balance, the young lady fell to the ground.
