Apparently, Sheila was the reason Nora made it out of the mystic world.
That was the conclusion Eliot came to after she literally blew a hole in space—or rather, through the mystic world itself.
With that, the world collapsed on itself and Eliot woke up in an embarrassing position with Sheila holding him up in a princess carry.
"Can you drop me?" he asked calmly.
"Sure, but remember, now you owe me two favours," she grinned.
"…" Eliot just got down and sighed, realizing they had been on the rooftop of one of the numerous story buildings. From the distance he stood at, he could make out hundreds of people thrown haphazardly from the mystic world here—people impaled on poles, some wedged between things one would rather not see, and others just falling from the sky. All in all, there was an abundance of chaos.
The screams hadn't reached them yet, but they would. They always did.
