Albel was running out of steam. Magic wasn't his natural inclination, even when he could use symbology. Casting repeatedly was draining him fast and he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep going.

So when Yuna saw the group up ahead, it ignited a new energy in the warrior: hope.

"Maybe they found something! Come on, let's go!"

He hoped it was a group of heroes, and that they were only tracking one illusionist. But in a short jog he'd find out.