Silva was about to head back onto the planet to meet with the others and talk things out so that they would know how to return. But before he could take a step, a massive rift formed behind him.
He turned around along with all the clones, all looking at it with panic.
"Another rift?" one clone asked.
"Get yourself ready," Silva said.
"Calm your horses down," Zion spoke. "Look, it's not rift monsters."
They all looked and saw a figure coming out of the rift.
"Ophelia," Silva, along with all the clones, spoke at the same time. They watched her come out while standing on some wide platform.
Her eyes met with Silva. She saw him amongst the clones without issue, her gaze locked on him.
"Silva," she called out.
"Ophelia?" Silva responded.
"What are you doing here?" He asked immediately after.
