Even the Ether reaction is nowhere to be found.
This is not good news. Evan took a deep breath as the scorching heat waves washed over him. The Gray Stone Rift had already turned into a sea of fire, with heat waves continually sweeping across the land. The staff appeared insignificantly small amidst the firelight.
"Alright, I understand."
Evan controlled his emotions well. As Holt's adjutant, meaning the deputy head of the Desperate Outpost, he had to rationally shoulder responsibility at such times.
"What's the situation with the this-world calamity?" Evan continued to ask.
"It has grown a brain, and it seems someone has forcibly controlled it. Currently, it's attempting to break through Raymond Gaudent's blockade," real-time intelligence quickly arrived, "We're suppressing it with firepower, but with little effect, and it has already noticed the outpost."
