Gwen stood on top of the rubble, seeing everyone’s eyes gazing upon a wishing star as their eyes started to tear. Gently putting down Jack onto a patch of debris, Gwen put up a V sign over her right eye, making a bright smile as she closed her eyes.

(Gwen) Awwww … did you guys miss me? Don’t worry.

Gwen then radiated her entire body within a bluish light. Extending her right arm, she closed her eyes and breathed in calmly as her chest slightly expanded upward and downward. Upon her hand, a blue rope formed, its particles summoning out of thin air as the light rope was now firmly held onto her right hand.

(Gwen) I think it’s time I do a little butt-whooping!

The area around her didn’t create a shockwave or decibel of noise, as she lunged forward with her right leg.

To the liches, it was the last trace that they saw Gwen…

(Ryan) Where did she go?

(Cameron) Do you see her?

The four liches look around the destroyed bar to uncover Gwen, their eyes looking around in a frenzy as their breathing starts to turn irregular.

At this point, Gemma let go of Fred, who took a couple of steps back to put up her fists.

Ryan and Cameron both stuck together, putting all their points on defense as Cameron covered his entire body with bats.

And Harold signaled his wolves to huddle near him, their nuzzles sniffing the air for any sign of Gwen.

The rest of the dark angels sat down, laying or sitting on the debris-ridden ground, all of their chests pounding from both their hearts and lungs.

Harold glanced towards Gemma, his voice hoarse and raspy.

(Harold) Gemma! Use your blessing to uncover—

(Gwen) Nah!

Appearing behind Harold’s back, Gwen wrapped the light rope around Harold’s waist, instantly putting him in a bind. Gemma, who was the nearest to him, readied her stance as she was about to—

Gwen then instantly appeared right in front of her, as Gwen’s arm thrust her rope that slightly opened as Harold was still inside.

(Gwen) Caught two!

Like a speeding bullet, she then snatched Gemma with ease. Slowing down, she smashed the two liches together to create one big binding for Gemma and Harold, before she vanished again.

Harold, who was bound with Gemma, looked away as veins started to sprout out from his forehead and neck.

(Harold) Out of all liches, I have to be next to a girl lich…

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(Gemma) You know, I think Luna should’ve thrust your heart.

For the lich duo that was near Benn, Miles, and Hope’s position, both liches decided to put their backs behind each other, keeping their eyes peeled as they moved their eyeballs at a rapid speed.

(Ryan) Careful bro, she could be anywhere.

(Cameron) Hell, she could even be underneath us—

(Gwen) How can I be underneath? I’m on top of you dummies!

Gwen, who had a giant rope using both of her hands, threw it downwards onto the lich duo, trapping them underneath. Being bonded together by the rope, both liches had their mouths opened wide as the air in their lungs jumped out.

With both hands on the rope, Gwen then threw it towards the other two that were in another rope layout. Like a bullet, the two ropes merged, creating a mega rope that bonded all four liches.

Clapping her hands back and forth, Gwen also wiped her forehead as a couple of hot sweat started to form.

(Gwen) A good honest day's work.

(Gwen’s thoughts) I wonder where Harold’s wolves and Cameron’s bats are?

Everyone that had their arms down to the ground and motionless and their legs barely keeping themselves together stared at Gwen, their eyes soulless as their hands started to shake. Their eyes were glued to Gwen, not bothering to look at the liches that were squeezed inside of the bind.

Gwen, nonchalant and oblivious to the situation, started to rub the back of her head. Seeing that everyone was narrowing their eyes towards her, Gwen pushed her lips to form a weak smile.

(Gwen) Uhm … What's with all the stares? Did I miss anything?

(Luna) You damn bitch! You could’ve handled them from the very start?!

Luna stomped the wooden floors, causing them to creek loudly as she made her way towards Gwen. Placing her right hand on Gwen’s collar, Luna’s eyes twitched violently as her eyes started to turn red.

A bead of sweat dropped down from Gwen, who placed both hands high up in the air.

(Gwen) Hold up, I was buried deep in the rubble! If it weren’t for Jack, he wouldn’t save me!

(Diego) Wait … Gwen was the last person that Jack saved…

Everyone then turned their gazes toward the red-haired man who was barely awake on the floor. Next to him was Hope, who continued to place her hands on Jack’s gushing wound near his Achilles' ankle, the blood slowly decreasing the rate at which it left his body.

Now being the center of attention, Jack lay motionless as his arms remained stuck to the floor, his face forming beads of cold all over his head.

(Jack) Hey man, I’m barely awake and you guys want to gang up on me. I think it was either Miles, Luna, or Luke that ordered me to reach Hope and Benn. Either way, you guys ordered me too.

(Miles) But you decided to save Stan’s group first, a group that was not fit for combat. Those four could barely handle zompires yet we’re up against an entirely new threat…

(Jack) How was I supposed to know…

Miles folded his arms as he looked down at Jack, his eyes sharpening at the sight of Jack’s barely audible voice.

(Stan) It’s ok Miles. I think we should consider ourselves lucky that none of us died.

(Luke) Agreed, I think we pretty much lucked out compared to two years ago. As long as those liches remain in that light rope, then we should be fine.

With everyone nodding their heads in agreement, all of their breathing returned to normal, most of them putting their hands towards their chest to massage them.

Benn turned around, focusing his attention towards where the liches were bonded to…

(Benn) Hey Gwen, how tight was the rope?

(Gwen) Pretty tight? Why? You saw how they struggled.

(Benn) Ok, but did you bind their animals too?

(Gwen) … Maybe.

Everyone’s heads perked up as they all looked toward where the liches were—

Used to be.

(Everyone) Oh no…

The light rope that used to hold all four liches was nowhere to be seen.

Gwen let out a faintly weak smile, her left hand rubbing the back of her head yet again as her face was coated with cold sweat, her back and chest having sweat stains upon her green t-shirt.

Everyone then turned their heads toward Gwen. Surrounding Gwen, they all folded their arms or placed their hands on their hips.

(Benn) Gwen…

(Gwen) Yeah?

(Benn) Do you have anything to say?

Gwen let out a nervous chuckle as she held up her hands.

(Gwen) Oops?