Typhon's many heads recoiled in unison.
****What are you going to do?!**** He shrieked, his voice a chorus of terror.
Michael merely smirked, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. ""What else… Wait.""
With a subtle gesture, an unseen force lifted Jennifer from her stunned position. She floated gently across the ravaged landscape, coming to rest beside Michael. He placed her down with a care that belied the destruction surrounding them.
"Micky?" she whispered, her voice barely audible, still grappling with the impossible reality of her childhood friend standing before her with such power.
""You and Drakon will be going back to Amerisa,"" Michael stated, his gaze firm. ""You've been gone for a month and a week now.""
"Uh? This… It has only been one hour and some minutes," Jennifer protested, confusion etched on her face.
""Time zones differ,"" Michael explained dismissively, turning his attention to Typhon, who remained fixated on the reunion with the rocks.
