Little Eight was like an ant on a hot wok, frantic with panic.
"Damn it, a Sovereign—a Metal Destroyer possessing the power of a Sovereign! The spacetime of the entire Netherfire World has been sealed. We've completely become crickets in this box, with nowhere to run! And this tiny world simply can't withstand a Sovereign forcibly descending upon it. It's over, it's over! We're dead for sure this time!"
The three-colored light in Green's eyes flickered beneath the Face of Truth. After a long while, he suddenly said in a low voice, "There is one more way."
"Huh!?"
Little Eight looked at Green, its two tiny wings beating anxiously.
"What way? Say it already! This isn't the time to play coy or joke around. I don't want Yeye to become a widow either! Aaaahhh..."
Green cast his gaze southward.
"Smuggle ourselves through that natural spacetime rift!"
"Pah! What kind of lousy method is that? You don't understand the terrifying strength of a Sovereign at all. It—"
Halfway through, Little Eight stopped and muttered, "Caw!? If that Sovereign completely descends into the Netherfire World, there might perhaps be a chance then. After all, if you unseal yourself and activate the Robe of Appearances, it would be nearly impossible for lesser creatures to discover you. So you intend to..."
"You go wait near the world rift first. If that Sovereign is not determined to personally descend into this world, but instead commands legions to invade, then we will resist to the bitter end and create an opportunity for it to fully descend into the world."
As he spoke, Little Eight flashed away from the back of the Flame-Soul Myriad-Headed Bird and flew south, while Green continued racing at full speed toward the northern continent.
Under that terrifying pressure, which spread trembling despair