"Wenzhi!" Zhaohe burst into the tent like a hurricane, completely ruining the mood.
Xinyuan let out a miserable groan, letting his head drop heavily against Wenzhi's shoulder. It was official. They weren't going anywhere.
Wenzhi huffed a breathless laugh, though it made his stomach ache. He looked up at Zhaohe. The panic on her face instantly wiping away any lingering amusement.
"What's wrong?"
"There's a storm rolling in. A bad one. It's going to pull more monsters with it." Zhaohe exhaled sharply. "And some of our Espers are already fighting with the CEA."
Wenzhi sighed. "Then we pack up. Are the evacuation jets on their way?"
"Chenxi radioed them, but the sky is crawling with mutated Dovos. Landing right now is a suicide mission," Zhaohe said.
Wenzhi pressed a hand against his stomach. "I don't even know what to tell you, Zhaohe. I still haven't recovered from your food poisoning."
"I said I was sorry!" Zhaohe gave a guilty laugh.
