The silence that followed settled naturally, like the plan itself had weight.
One by one, they moved.
Noel straightened first, slipping the device back into his hand as the faint glow across its surface dimmed. He looked down at it for a moment, then spoke again, voice calm and direct.
"Theo," he said, "what's our next move? Do we head to the next island now?"
There was a brief pause before the device responded, the voice steady and unhurried.
"The closest island lies to the north of your current position," Theo replied. "You should be able to reach it without delay."
Noel nodded once. "I see. Thanks, Theo."
He turned back to the others, the decision already made.
"Alright," he said. "Then that's where we're going."
Elyra didn't question it. She shifted her stance slightly, already orienting herself, eyes moving instinctively to the northern edge of the island. Elena followed her gaze, nodding in agreement without a word.
