Chapter 36: Aftermath
Daylan didn't say a word—he simply offered a quiet smile as the others checked on him.
Their battered appearances spoke volumes; they had clearly been through hell just to reach him. So, for now, he chose silence, allowing them to rest. Maybe, once the dust settled, clarity would follow.
The air was thick with dust from the collapsed building, making the surroundings harsh and unpleasant. Nearby neighbors began to gather, drawn by the noise, their faces etched with curiosity and concern as they tried to make sense of what had happened.
Daylan and his companions couldn't afford to be seen—moreover, it was getting late.
Without wasting a moment, he urged them to teleport away.
But no matter how many times they tried, they just couldn't teleport back home.
"I think it's not working because of the distance... I'd suggest we go somewhere closer. Around the coffee shop might do." He muttered.
They nodded in unison.
In an instant, they appeared in a dark alley Daylan had previously used during their last encounter with the Phantoms.
Barely holding their steps, they made their way to the street and hailed a carriage to head back home.
Daylan stared calmly at the street as the carriage rolled away, but Enzo's words echoed in his mind, quickening his heartbeat.