The plane’s engines quieted as we landed on a tiny island in the Bermuda Triangle.
Jared frowned deeply, peering out the window. “I don’t like this,” he muttered. “The Bermuda Triangle? It feels like a trap.”
Brian nodded. “It’s risky,” he admitted, sounding burdened. “But we have no choice. Lila is out there, alone and vulnerable.”
Gabriel’s intense gaze sharpened. “We get in, get Lila, and get out. No unnecessary risks.”
Seraphine added, “We’re ready to assist with our magic. The Bermuda Triangle may enhance our powers, but it can be unpredictable.”
Amara’s eyes sparkled with unwavering confidence, smiling brightly, lighting up the room. “We’ve got this,” she declared, her voice a harmonious blend of determination and hope, comforting those around her.
The plane landed, tires skid
