"How long do you think we're going to do this?"
My hand, reaching for the knob of the slightly open 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 involved me after all.
Since Noir and Etienne's drama, a week had 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. Deep down, I knew where Lexie was going.
"What about then? What will happen to our team if they return?"
Only the two of them would be left.
I probably have to continue searching for otherworlders' worlds. I remembered there were 17 Sanctums built, which meant 17 non-Earthlings.
"I haven't thought about that."
