“46%?” Scarlet asked, keeping her eyes on the steadily rising water. “That’s still more than 0. We can’t afford to waste any more time. Breaking the walls will only drain us…Faira, are you sure you’re able to transport us all?”

As she spoke, the water was now sloshing against their chests, and panic soon engulfed the tiny prison they had unintentionally made. Little Ann had since crawled onto Faira’s shoulders, hoping to escape the water as it came.

“We’re running out of options here,” Scarlet observed, worry slowly creeping into her voice.