Xinyuan closed the distance instantly, his large arms wrapping around Wenzhi's unsteady body. "Let's go."
"Mmmh," Wenzhi let his head slump heavily against Xinyuan's chest, his shoulder rolling into the Esper's frame.
Between the lingering weight of Doctor Bai Qinian's sedatives, the severe dehydration, and the ache of having a massive chunk of his guiding energy forcefully siphoned out, he was completely running on empty.
Before his feet could even slide across the metal floor, the pitch-black mist exploded from Xinyuan's body. The shadows coiled around them both, yanking them completely out of the cell.
When the darkness snapped back into Xinyuan's skin, they were standing on the high, rocky outskirts overlooking a sprawling metropolis. It was a sleek, aggressively advanced city with military jets and massive airships hovering and drifting through the sky, moving through towering, illuminated skyscrapers.
