Using my innate power to crack open the dry mud shells around Vince and Ray was easy enough.
Both of them had almost completely turned blue from the lack of oxygen by the time I yanked them free.
Thankfully, they were still alive… but were now panting and coughing violently on all fours like they had just inhaled an entire desert.
Alexia was still unconscious, and Kang was kneeling beside her in quiet worry.
Michael and Lily stood a couple of steps away, probably catching up on something important — or, more likely, something trivial.
I sighed and turned to Juliana, fishing a few clothes from the dimensional storage pocket in my robe.
The clothes were nothing fancy — just a plain white tank top, black leather pants, and a matching leather jacket.
With the help of my Origin Card, I resized the fabric and padded the chest area of the tank top before holding them out to her.
Juliana glanced at the clothes in my extended hand then flicked her gaze up to my face.
