Bab 172: The myth. (4)

"If Rex had lost, we'd know it," Nyra continued, her tone confident and unwavering.

"We'd feel it somehow. But since there's nothing, no strange sensations, no emptiness, it's safe to say the beast was killed. And knowing Rex, he's probably just... chilling down there somewhere, taking his sweet time."

Lyra nodded in agreement, her expression soft but resolute. "My sister is right. There's no need to waste energy worrying about him. If he's not back yet, it just means he's fine."

Without another word, Nyra and Lyra turned and left the command bridge, leaving behind a room full of baffled officers and an increasingly frustrated Lilla.

The saintess sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Those two are impossible," she muttered under her breath, turning her attention back to the screen.