Kane turned his head, looking at Logan, whose aura was wavering. His voice was low as he spoke: "The Devouring Rule can swallow time, but it cannot swallow destruction. My blade is made to cleave the Void."
Three hundred meters away, at the front of the United Legion, Violet's body was tense.
Her golden slit eyes never blinked as she stared at the center of the battlefield. Her fingers clutched the staff in her hand so tightly that her knuckles turned a bloodless, ghostly white from the pressure.
Only when she saw the black hole collapse and Logan retreat safely did her tension finally ease.
But she still dared not let her guard down. The royal totem markings around her body remained ready to strike at any moment.
Nel, standing beside her, had already split into twelve physical avatars, standing guard at the front of the formation.
Bobbi's three-layer Phase Folding traps were also already deployed at the front lines.
