"Sophia, how on earth will we get you off of this continent and back home?" Gareth frowned as they dashed off into the night, himself fleeing from the palace grounds. "We can't stay here. It's not safe." He was upset about leaving Jezin to fight alone, and suddenly he felt himself crying again as he concluded Jezin might as well be already dead. Jezin couldn't fight well with that sword. He couldn't hold up well against an agile opponent who seemed to dodge every attack as if by witchcraft. He cursed himself, unable to save so many people. "We're all gonna die!" Harker whimpered as his voice collapsed into despair.