"Miss Ana, that artifact he used earlier..."
"No doubt about it." Anasthasia watched her palms and balled into fists. "He's something."
'Just when I thought I lost everything. Does that mean my artifacts are scattered everywhere?'
"The weird thing is… Artifacts that are unique and dangerous—I imbued it with my powers."
Blake rubbed his chin. "True that; even back at the archive…" He cleared his throat first before he continued. "Well, some of them; and also, that chest—"
"Which made me curious, Blake. I'll be privy about this!"
Anasthasia stood up, dusting off the dirt and stains on her cloak. She turned her back and saw how they fared thus far. Jack crouched as he lowered his head from exhaustion. Liam leaned beside the wall, he tried to fight his drowsiness, but his eyelids drooped and heavier than it was then.
"Blake, I'll need you to return with Liam and Jack."
"What about you?"
