Ethan stepped into the middle of the group, his gaze sweeping over every face.
"You guys okay?"
The worry in his voice was obvious.
"Do you feel like there's… anything extra inside you? Anything off?"
His eyes lingered on Feylora a little longer than the others.
She was their core support—the one who'd been healing and refilling everyone nonstop—and she'd also burned through the most. If that brain had gotten into her, everything they did next would turn dangerous fast.
Feylora checked the life energy inside her and shook her head gently.
The others looked each other over too, confirming their minds, their power, and their bodies all felt normal.
After a short discussion, they reached an agreement quickly.
Cross the desert.
Move out immediately.
But once they actually started walking, they realized it wasn't that simple.
Supplies mattered in a desert.
