A distorted bubble flew through the void at high speed. Looking closely, Lucas could be seen at the center, barechested with his bronze-brown skin exposed, with his short white hair obvious.
On his shoulder, he was holding a tired Hannah whose brown hair was plastered to her face with sweat. Only her eyes were still spirited as her mind dwelled on the last moments of the battle earlier and replayed the sensation of fighting against the heat that had brushed against the brief but intense passage of the sea of fire.
In Lucas's left hand was Jack who was held by the back of the neck of his top and left to dangle to the whims that did not belong to him, or even care about his emotions.
