In fact, the whole idea of sleeping backfired on her terribly. She awoke grouchy, irritable, and even more aware of the fact that she’d been up all night doing some very complex thinking. Jacen—wise man—made them a late lunch, after which they bade him farewell and promised that they would keep him updated. (Actually, Sevana more or less threatened that she would contact him again if none of their ideas worked. Jacen, true professional that he was, looked pleased by this instead of worried.) But after the past two days, neither she nor Sarsen felt particularly in the mood to race back to Chastain and instead climbed back into the sky at a moderately fast clip. As tired as she felt physically, Sevana felt oddly alert. Even as she flew through the clouds, feeling the moist air slide pleasantly along her skin, her mind whirled at high speed. How to beat that shield? Jacen thought it possible to attack it with something that was slightly lower, somewhere around a level nine in power, as long as they hit the shield hard and fast enough that it couldn’t engage its higher strength.
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