"How long do you think we're going to do this?"
My hand reaching the knob of the slightly opened door stopped before it touched. I heard Lexie's voice inside, but what made me halt was her tone.
She was impatient and burdened. I wondered who she was talking with, so instead of stepping in, I waited outside. This whole ordeal involves me after all.
Since Noir and Etienne's drama, a week has passed and we've already entered seven different vortices. Yet we didn't yield any results.
"Until we find the right ones."
That was Allen's voice. Of course, who else would she talk about this with other than him? I inhaled a deep breath.
"What about then? What will happen to our team if they return?"
Only the two of them will be left. I probably have to continue searching for otherworlders' worlds. I remember there are 17 Sanctums built, which means 17 non-Earthlings.
"I haven't thought about that."
"Oh, yeah. All you think about is—"
