Her hands still clutched the Sky-Splitting Ancestor Horn tightly. Her knuckles had turned white from the strain, and the golden bones in her palms were stained with dried blood. If she simply shattered the core rune, she could instantly activate a "mutual destruction" mode as a final insurance policy.
Logan's voice traveled through the mind link into her consciousness, carrying a gentle, soothing tone: "Well done. Rest now. Leave the rest to me."
Violet nodded. She leaned against a nearby rock, never stopping the energy flow, but she slowed down the output to keep the six-stranded prototype stable.
Logan turned to Nel and Bobbi, ordering them in a cold voice: "Block the retreat. Don't give it a chance to escape."
Nel's 32-star Mirror Field went into full mode. Her twelve physical bodies spread out in a circle, each holding a Phase Folding weapon. Spread out fifty meters apart, they formed an encirclement with a 500-meter diameter to disrupt the Origin Devourer's sensory locking.
