As the teams prepared to depart, E.E approached Angy with a soft expression. "You sure you're alright? You look… thinner. And tired."
Angy forced a small smile. "I'm fine. Really."
Elevora approached too, gently touching Angy's arm. "If the visions get worse, tell us. This bloodline of yours—it's new territory."
Angy nodded. "I will."
She wouldn't.
Falco stood nearby, leaning against the wall while Aildris strapped multidimensional bands around his wrists and offered Angy a reassuring grin. "We'll bring him back. One way or another."
Angy's eyes glassed over slightly. "I know."
It wasn't just a hope.
It was a promise she felt deep in her bones.
Xanatus activated the dimensional gates one by one. They rotated like concentric wheels of light, shimmering with runes crafted by both alien hands and Gustav's own knowledge from before his death.
As each team stepped toward their gate, Endric paused and looked back at Angy. "Hold the line for us."
"I will," she whispered.
