Stray

Oliver didn’t bring everyone back to Return Town.

Nemo’s casting was terminated for some unknown reason, and the temporarily opened space passage quickly collapsed. Oliver, who rushed to the front, seemed to have found a certain coordinate, and he rushed straight forward, forcibly tearing the almost unbreakable space in front of him with the gray mist.

Godwin opened his eyes as his painful burns were treated urgently by Debby. A cold liquid hit his skin along the gust of wind that was scarlet and viscous.

With the complete loss of the Nemo Light’s support and the rest of them weren’t strong enough to tear space, the leader of Tumbleweed rushed forward alone; the gray mist’s actions became more disordered.

But he didn’t look back even once. He didn’t know if it was out of worry or pain, but Oliver kept rushing forward faster which only made his wounds bleed more.

Godwin gritted his teeth, inserted the sword into the stone platform, and forcibly propped up his body.

Barely maintaining the spell, Debby cried until she almost suffocated. She clenched the rod tremblingly with one hand, and almost scratched the hem of the robe with the other. Tears couldn’t stop gushing from her eyes. Godwin hesitated for a moment, sighed softly, pressed her head gently on his chest, and took over the defensive array.

Debby grasped Godwin’s broken cloak with both hands, choking in exhaustion and pain.

Some time later, they finally saw light.