Leone, her father, finally let out the breath he seemed to be holding. His stern expression softened slightly as he looked at his daughter, then sighed heavily.
"He is somewhere in the Philippines, Sari," Leone said, returning the focus to the Marshal's disappearance, his voice now lacks of teasing and focused in the immediate reality. "And while Nay Consuelo assures us he has some protection, she also confirmed that this land hates his presence. That's a ticking clock, not a safety net."
Athena walked over to a small, heavy wooden table and leaned against it, the wood creaking softly under his weight. "We cannot just wait here for him to decide to return. He could be walking right into a disaster zone without realizing it."
