Damon felt dizzy.
The pregnant one looked directly at the drone, calm and faintly curious. That expression surely didn't belong on the face of a woman standing in an active S-rank danger zone.
"Someone get me a channel to Lesser Goddess' phone!" Damon barked. "Ah, why the hell are you walking toward a twin rift instead of away from it?!"
On the monitor, the pregnant woman had stopped walking. She was looking at something ahead of her, something the drone's camera hadn't picked up yet. The road before her was dark, but the darkness wasn't empty. A faint, sickly purple glow pulsed against the treeline.
"CONNECT ME!"
The comms officer's fingers flew across the board, and a phone vibrated in a small purse. On the drone feed, Damon watched the Lesser Goddess pull out her device, glance at the unknown number, and answer it.
"Hello?"
"Goddess, what are you doing there?! Also, don't answer random numbers that easily! What if it was a scam?!" Damon's voice exploded through the headset.
