An Enigmatic Divine Protection

Mistress Isolde looked at them with relief and concern. "She's okay, but we need to get her to a healer as soon as possible," she said, her voice tinged with urgency. 

Nonetheless, her words made them sigh in relief and nod, but they could do nothing now.

Mistress Isolde anxiously refocused her gaze skywards at the silhouette of the being amidst the thunderous stormy clouds. She swiftly grabbed her communication device and screamed, "WHAT IS TAKING YOU ALL LONG TO ACTIVATE THE SHELL'S DEFENSE MODE?" 

"We've exhausted too much power trying to keep up with the Sleeping Fox Runaway City, Mistress! We're doing everything we can!" An anxious voice resonated from the other side of the communication device.

"USELESS! USELESS!!" Mistress Isolde smashed her communicator against the ground and could only raise her head to look at the sky in fright.