"Madam!"
Izu rushed to Lola as they walked out of the premises, with the other members of the Order now assisting Amala, Silo, and Derek. Earlier, the other two were the ones carrying Amala. But somehow, once they arrived, their legs just gave in from pure shock.
Lola glanced back and stared at the blank look on Silo and Derek's faces, and then at Amala, who glanced back at her.
"They're going to take them to the rendezvous point," said Izu, watching her look back. "Madam, are you alright? You are—"
Lola waved him off. "Don't worry. These aren't mine. All I got were a few scratches, but I'm perfectly fine."
Too perfectly fine, if she were to say. It felt like the antidote given to her was ten times more powerful than an energy gel.
None of this was hers?
Izu blinked as he studied Lola, who was covered in thick blood; she literally smelled like it. He knew Lola was skilled, but every time, she proved she was more capable than one would assume.
