His old voice trembled with caution. "Observer No. 3, this battle is over. The Origin Devourer has fled. You have no reason to attack."
Observer No. 3 said nothing. The Space Rule chains around him shivered slightly, clearly scanning Logan's condition to determine his level of violation.
Violet immediately stepped in front of Logan, clutching the cracked Sky-Opening Ancestral Horn. She unleashed her full 48-star pressure, her golden vertical pupils staring down the observer in mid-air. She was ready to activate her self-destruct mode at any moment.
Her old burn wounds on her palm had cracked open again from gripping the horn too tightly. Pale golden blood trickled down the length of the horn, yet she seemed to feel no pain.
Green Vine ordered the spirit tribe warriors to retreat quickly, leading the still-unconscious Kane toward the western entrance of the ancient passage. They prepared to evacuate immediately to the No. 46 Restricted Zone if things went wrong.
