Seeing Yan Huan get abducted again, Sunday's gaze sharpened, and he reacted with remarkable speed.
He raised a hand and clenched it in the air. A thorn-like rope formed from pure Harmony energy, gleaming with golden light, shot forth and wrapped precisely around Yan Huan's wrist.
His expression turned grave, his teeth clenched as he strained with all his strength, bracing his heels against the ground and pulling desperately on the energy thorn in an attempt to drag Yan Huan back.
The golden thorn stretched taut under the struggle between both sides, emitting a faint hum of energy.
Evernight stepped across the soft red carpet and looked disdainfully at Sunday, whose face had reddened from exertion and whose teeth remained clenched. Her tone was full of contempt:
"You self-righteous follower of Harmony..."
"Why do you think you can take someone from right under my nose?" A cold glint flashed through her crimson eyes.
Sunday said nothing. He merely pulled harder on the thorn, while several puppets made of Harmony energy appeared out of thin air and lunged at Evernight, attempting to interfere with her.
Seeing this, the latter merely smiled, the corners of her lips curving into a mocking arc.
"Next time, find a Memokeeper instead." Her voice was light, yet it carried unquestionable force.
The instant her words fell, a dark crimson tide of memetic matter erupted around Evernight like a tsunami, spreading violently outward with her at its center!
That power was brutal and pure. In an instant, it snapped apart the golden thorn Sunday had condensed, shattering it into specks of light.
The powerful shockwave even sent Sunday himself flying, slamming him heavily onto the stage floor in the distance.
At that moment, aboard the Star Rail Express, in Yan Huan's room.
Sunday sat in a