The lair was quieter now. The initial excitement of unlocking their powers had faded, replaced by the looming uncertainty of what came next.
Liam stood near the entrance, arms crossed, staring out at the ruined land beyond. The sky was dark, the moon hidden behind thick clouds.
Elena watched him from a distance. He hadn't spoken since their last conversation.
Since the Celestials told them to find Faye.
Since she told him she had seen Faye in the void.
His entire body was tense, shoulders drawn tight, golden eyes burning with a mix of emotions she couldn't quite name.
Anger. Confusion. Maybe even fear.
Dexter was the first to break the silence.
"We need a plan."
The others turned toward him.
Stacy crossed her arms. "What, you think we should just follow the vague instructions of the glowing space gods?"
Dexter exhaled sharply. "Unless you have a better idea, yes."