His voice wasn't loud, but every Night Watcher stationed in the plaza heard it.
Margaret arrived not long after.
She had been nearby. Her Fourth Order senses covered the entire exit area of the Collapse Point, so she had noticed an anomaly of this level herself.
Margaret walked over to the Amalgam and stood beside it for two seconds.
Her gaze swept over the places on the Amalgam's back where flesh and metal were intertwined, then she glanced at the Inscription on the Copper Plate that was burning the roots.
She had handled too many Polluted Entities and anomalous samples. Her work as the logistics supervisor had made her faster to react to such things than most combat personnel.
She raised her right hand.
Moisture in the air gathered above her palm into a mass of flowing water, pale blue light rippling beneath its surface.
The water rapidly expanded and spread, descending from above to envelop the Amalgam along with the charred root remnants scattered across the ground around it.
The Water Membrane tightened, cutting off the air inside from the outside.
Margaret turned her wrist slightly, and the water lifted the Amalgam from the ground, steadily moving it toward a sealed container prepared nearby—a thick-walled, glass-like vessel with simple isolation Inscriptions carved into its inner walls.
The Amalgam was placed inside. The lid closed, and the sound of the sealing clasps locking together rang crisply through the night wind.
Margaret lowered her head and looked at the thing in the container.
"Don't touch it."
She said this to Glock and the surrounding Night Watchers.
After a brief pause, she looked at the container again.
"This thing is a little strange."
She did not explain further, because she truly could not say what was strange about it yet. From the