"No... that's impossible."
Yan Huan narrowed his eyes and looked Himeko and Dan Heng up and down.
"Mimi~ Mimi!" A strange cry rang out.
Himeko's and Dan Heng's outlines blurred, and they took the forms of Kafka and Blade.
"I knew it..."
At the same time, a tall silver figure slowly approached.
"If we keep dancing on a knife's edge, sooner or later something will go wrong... Kafka," Sam said.
Kafka smiled at Sam.
"Fair criticism, Sam."
"It's true... With The Script, we never considered the possibility of failure."
"I think even Stellaron Hunters need a signal to retreat when things go wrong."
"No time like the present. Why don't we come up with one now?"
Sam looked at the three of them.
"I'll leave it to you."
Yan Huan stood to one side, silently watching them chat with his past self.
This seemed to be a memory from before he arrived at Herta Space Station.
"Blade?" Kafka looked to him first.
"..." Blade thought for a few seconds. "Observe one corner, infer the other three... A lord's command permits no second thought... Rely on the city to seize an opening..."
"Isn't that a bit much? We'll get stabbed to death before we finish saying it." The Yan Huan of the past clearly wasn't sold on the signal.
Kafka gave a soft laugh too.
"It has quite the Xianzhou flavor. Aren't you afraid of being bound by the past?"
"It's just an old code phrase... It doesn't matter. We're unlikely to need it." Blade didn't seem to care.
Hearing that, Yan Huan thought he understood where the phrase came from.
Maybe it was a code phrase his uncle, Dan Heng, and the rest of the Cloud-Soaring Five had used during the war between the Xianzhou and the Abundance.
Yan Huan