Songkan kept backing away.
He had to put distance between himself and the underground cave... or rather, between himself and the Formatted Space rapidly expanding around it.
At a time like this, it became clear that among everyone who had followed Ronan to the underground cave, his position was the most awkward.
He was neither part of Ronan's circle of friends and family nor one of the camp's garrison. He was not even comparable to Long Qi, a former tool guy. He had merely forced his way in under the label of "Raven fan," relying on the habitual actions he had developed over the past few days.
It had not been obvious under normal circumstances, but once the Formatted Space opened up, more and more Deep Blue Walkers joined in, and the Format Fire began ravaging the surrounding area on a large scale—the rejection of outsiders had taken shape. A former researcher like him, too weak to fight a chicken, could only retreat to avoid the miserable fate of being burned alive by accident.
Within minutes, he had moved from the innermost ring all the way outward, carefully skirting the "steel flame ring" formed by the Deep Blue Walkers. He had originally intended to observe the situation from a slightly more distant area, but several unstable surges of heat forced him farther back.
That was not all. The formation of the Formatted Space had caused a certain degree of distortion in the spacetime structure of the surrounding area. It meant little to ordinary people, but for a "former spacetime monitoring officer" like him, who possessed some sensory ability, the stimulation and interference were intensely severe.
The stray waves moving through the air seeped into him through sensory resonance, stimulating the electrical signals in his brain and causing a terrible ringing