Edwin dusted off his clothes, the residual heat from the Magma Armor causing the air around him to subtly distort:
"Ralph, how's your harvest? We've collected twenty-three basic crystals here, and one Chaos crystal."
His voice carried satisfaction, but there was no slackening of the vigilance in his eyes.
In this environment, any lapse could be fatal.
Patty descended from the air slowly, the membranes of her wind wings making a subtle whistle as they folded:
"I scouted the surroundings and found at least three teams converging towards the central area.
If we delay any longer, we might be trapped."
Her expression was extremely grave; as the scout of the team, she understood the urgency of time more than anyone else.
Laku crouched on the ground, hands pressed down, feeling the vibration patterns of the earth.
The sand under his control constantly changed shape, finally forming a three-dimensional map:
