The waters of the Atlantic rippled beneath Brenda, leaving a small trail but a large wake behind her. She sliced through the Atlantic sky atop her red platform, formed with her magic, her vision locked squarely on her targets up ahead speeding away from the Bermuda Triangle on a speed boat.
“Not magic,” she muttered.
It wouldn’t be any use to try and contain any of it. The mist had nowhere to go in this cube, so what would containing it in a smaller one do? She furrowed her brow and lowered the barriers around her.
“It must’ve read some of my magic and it activated that…orb,” Kyle said. He floated up and touched the orb. It was his own magic, and it gave the door some kind of life, as far as he could tell.
“But therein lies the problem,” an Italian representative chimed in. She rose as well. “Accidental resurrection.”
“So Shindari or Violette,” the Sentinel said.
Brenda smiled. “You know me so well.”
Kyle looked back to the glowing city. “They’d kill you if you went. Not literally, but, you’d never get a moment to yourself ever again. I could never live with myself if that happened to you.”
“What’ll they do, then?” Brenda asked.
Brenda’s legs stopped swinging, and her face filled with remorse. “Do you think it’s all my fault, Kyle?”
“Find what?” Brenda shouted, but Brother Time’s screaming must’ve muted her.
“Did he have a particular field?” Silver Eagle, a newer member the Zanderia from Japan, asked. He sat at the meeting table, looking at the screen as well. Kyle was going through a tablet that had all the information on Corbin as well.
“All I did was touch my hand to the door, and my Demon magic reacted to it,” Kyle said. “Do the same, and then we should back away quickly.” He looked around him, where there were still no footprints by the door. “It could be a trap.”
“Shindari, get everyone out!” Kyle exclaimed. “Violette, with me!”
A purple arrow was already soaring past his head as he made the exclamation. One of the knights put up their shield and blocked the arrow with ease while two more sprinted for Kyle. He blasted his aura and held out his hand for the lance.