Devastation loomed over everyone's minds as they came to the realization of what had occurred. The Golden Globe, the very item they had fought so hard for, the one that had caused so much bloodshed, had disappeared just like that.
Snatched away at the last second. It was safe to say that everyone's blood was boiling at what had happened. The real question was: who could they blame? Was it Raze for being careless at the last moment?
They couldn't blame him. They were able to survive because of him. No one there could have done more and they were sure the person who would be most devastated over what had happened was Raze himself.
Currently, the group was slowly trekking through the jungle, heading back to where they had arrived from—where Lince and Zon had forced a ship to escort them to the island.
As they walked, Beatrix couldn't help but speak up in her frustration.