"You sure they need help, Art?" Zyon's voice came out low but impatient as his figure blurred across the shifting desert, moving at an insane speed that tore the sand apart in his wake.
"Yeah, definitely. Evelyn's little toy is buzzing red. She activated it herself. I'm telling you, that only means one thing—danger," Art replied, juggling a small circular item in his palm. Its silver surface gleamed against the dying sunlight, and with every second, the faint red glow inside it pulsed harder.
Zyon didn't ask anything further. His jaw tightened and he poured more strength into his stride. The desert blurred past him. They had already left Amelia, Lilith, and Freya behind at the base, and now it was just the two of them racing across the sands.
The group's exact location was being dragged out of the desert by the tiny device in Art's hand. The red light vibrated, buzzed, and the closer they drew to Evelyn's signal the more it burned against his palm.
