Sophia couldn't help but admire Diana; she had clearly planned everything well in advance, gaining Cronus's trust early on while also keeping him in check, ready to rein him in at a critical moment.
The salt flats were eerily quiet. As they approached the iron gate, Blackie began barking on the other side. Diana called out to quiet him, and he stopped, looking anxious as he ran around them, circling and jumping, as if urging them to go inside.
Sophia's heart clenched; it seemed Capone's condition was grave if Blackie was so eager to lead them to him.
For safety, Diana had brought a weapon. It was the first time Sophia saw her holding a gun, and it was also her first time seeing such a tiny handgun—just the size of a girl's palm, a silver revolver that looked more like an art piece than a weapon.