"By the way, why are you even here? Don't you have something better to do? Like distribute rations or something..." Steve remarked in annoyance.
Abigail chuckled grimly as she said,
"Our situation is way too volatile and can change at any moment. Besides, we need to put our heads together and find a way to stop this crimson moonlight, no?"
Steve winced as an enormous ball of flames was blocked by a translucent shield in front of him.
Then he snorted,
"You've done nothing but stand there like furniture. That in no way constitutes as 'putting heads together' does it?"
Abigail glared at him,
"For one, I have figured something out..."
Steve raised a brow even as his fingers danced through the air, drawing runic patterns and glyphs,
"Really? And what could that possibly be?"
