The core ring of the Light Kingdom resembled the outer ring, without the strange gravitational distortions found in the inner ring.
Michael's hair whipped to the side, the hot air creasing against his eyes.
The fox beneath him traveled in eerie silence. Unlike the real deal, her motorcycle form didn't bear an engine in reality, allowing her to move unnoticed.
Riding from one highway to the next, Michael slowly came to the realization that reuniting with the others might not be feasible.
Even if they had managed to defeat their mimics and be transported deeper, the chances of encountering each other in such vast terrain were close to null.
"No choice but to use the Titan in the middle as a beacon." He spoke out loud. "In cases like this, where comrades are separated from one another, they tend to base their next course of action on the environment. Since the other Lords would move deeper into MSAP-8's territory, we shall as well."
