“You can send us back home!” Mercy said encouragingly to the Oracle Sage. “I know you can do it!” Cladia Arelius looked doubtfully between the three of them. “If I could, I’m not convinced I should. Look at yourselves.” “Send us,” Ziel said. “I don’t need to be an oracle to see that you’re all on your last legs.” “Send us,” he repeated. “I’m not going to get far talking to him, am I?” the Sage asked, turning to Yerin. She had turned to the wrong person. “Send us,” Yerin said.
