[We see it! A huge cloud of mist moving tow—Bzzz]
Before the sentence could be completed, the communication crystal lost its shine—the connection was cut off from the other side.
"…"
Vishwa Skyhold, the Operation Leader of the Scouts, didn't say anything. He just stared at his now silent communication crystal with a grim look on his face as he himself sat on his Bond, who was hovering in the air, prepared to move the instant its master gave the orders.
Beside Vishwa was Tyron, riding on his own Bond. Hearing the communication crystal, a grim look appeared on Tyron's face as well and—
"This is already the eleventh time."
Tyron spoke in a grim tone.
"And these are the ones who managed to activate the communication crystal before falling. I am sure there were those who didn't get that opportunity either."
The air around them was heavy; it was clear that things weren't going the way they wanted them to.
