After Leon arrived, there was no time wasted, it was time to depart.
"Gather close," Lancelot ordered, his tone firm but not unkind.
Leon, Rachel, and Adrian obeyed, stepping into a tight circle around the lieutenant. In the next instant, a faint pressure settled around them, a soft, invisible shell of force that clung to their skin. Rachel's eyes flickered with unease; she recognized the sensation. It was the same kind of power Lancelot had used before, when he'd pulled her and Leon toward him after their battle.
Seeing her tension, Lancelot spoke calmly, "Don't worry. It'll be different this time."
Rachel gave a small nod, her emerald eyes steady now, and before she could say anything else, the ground fell away beneath them.
