For a long moment after Leo disappeared, neither Anderson, nor Mickey spoke.
The blinding flash that swallowed Leo had faded, leaving behind only the calm hum of the ocean and the faint sound of static coming from their crystal communicators.
"He's gone too…"
Mickey said as he stared at the spot from where Leo disappeared, his voice trembling between anxiety and relief.
Anderson straightened slowly, his own expression caught between relief and dread.
Relief that the suffocating pressure of Leo's aura was finally gone, that they could breathe again without their lungs begging for mercy.
But the dread came just as swiftly, because if even the Lord himself had vanished into that cursed island, what chance did anyone else have of bringing him back?
"Do you realize what this means?" Mickey asked, running a hand through his hair.
"We completely failed today as Commanders of the Cult army.
