"This…"
Nikolas stopped dead the moment his eyes landed on the five of them.
His gaze travelled slowly, almost painfully, from Luke to Elena, to Cissel, to Ricky, before finally locking onto John.
A long, shuddering sigh of relief escaped him, followed immediately by a hardening of his features. "You… All of you… Come with me this moment."
His tone was firm, leaving no room for negotiation or objections. Not that any of them intended to do any of this. The situation was far weirder than they had anticipated.
Even Cissel and Elena, who had joked during their final night in the new world about being welcomed back like the walking dead, were visibly startled now that their imaginations had become a bitter reality.
"So… You are saying you were transported to a weird place where you had to fight for your lives against monsters and alien races, ending up being saved by the Anomaly God Paragon?!"
