Jeming sat cross-legged on a collapsed rune cannon tower base, his eyes slightly closed, while his consciousness fully immersed in his inner grotto heaven.
Time is running out.
The next battle could break out at any moment, and with the intelligence gap between us and the enemy being so vast, it will be another hard fight.
The metal tag marked with a "2" quietly lay on the ground.
It was evident that during the first round, he wasn't sure if his grotto heaven would be affected, so he simply hung a tag in case.
In the second round, he realized this, hence consciously gathering intelligence.
Jeming's attention was drawn to the pile of record crystals nearby.
He needs to quickly review these pieces of information.
Because the enemy's next wave of attack… could arrive at any time.
This time, he must be ahead.
"So, these pieces of information are key."
Jeming looked toward the pile of crystals behind the number 2 tag.
