"Stop trying to save them, Your Highness—only I can physically interact with them. Rather than that, think of a plan on how to stop me with them."
They have.
The evaniels have thought of a million plans to get rid of Riley, but none of them worked. There were millions of them just moments ago, but now they were down to a thousand, with the mangled bodies of their brethren scattered in the dead expanse of space around them.
As for Queen Vania, she had been trying to rescue and reach her people, even fully knowing that she wasn't able to touch them at all—there was a gnawing in her mind that maybe, just maybe.
There was a chance that they would be able to hold them. But no.
Her children were dead again, and now her people were slowly being massacred by Riley right in front of her, and she couldn't even do anything.
She wanted to convince herself that she was only seeing an illusion, but it was too real. No, it was real.
And right now, the only thing she could really do was… beg.
