Roxy's POV
The orb has been absorbed into my arm, as usual. The temple was on the verge of collapsing, as usual.
Through the crumbling and crackling sounds, Cyrus's booming voice asked, "Is it alright if I, you know, box a few of these ores to sell—"
"WE HAVE BIGGER PROBLEMS HERE, CYRUS!" Akira yelled from the other side, not leaving his gaze on Gena even once. She was confused, stuck with her blade and just too stagnant in her position.
"We are leaving to Africa, right now." I mumbled, no one heard, except for Seraphiel given his divine hearing.
"Why Africa!?"
"Many skilled witches reside in the densest forest on the planet away from human interaction." I replied in a low voice.
With a click of my fingers, as the temple began to crumble, taking the whole island down with it, we were already in Congo...
Their eyes widened at the sight of the forest.
"W-whoa..." Cyrus groaned, "Okinawa compares to nothing in front of this..."
