"Professor Ramon, hold on a little longer." Lin Ye looked back at the panting old man behind him. "According to the Dawn Blade's sensing, there was a city about ten kilometers to the southeast."
Ramon was an elderly scholar with graying hair, clutching a strangely shaped tuning fork—the Time Tuning Fork. This ancient divine artifact was silver-white throughout, carved with intricate temporal runes. It occasionally emitted faint resonant hums, as if responding to invisible fluctuations of energy. The old man's face was pale and his steps unsteady; he had clearly expended too much life force in the previous battle.
"I'm fine." Ramon forced a smile and wiped the sweat from his brow. "Compared to what happened at the Moon Base, this is nothing."
The two fell silent together, the final scene at the Moon Base from a few hours earlier rising in their minds: the Void Legion, personally led by the Five Elders, had stormed the Spectrum Temple. The ancient defense systems had collapsed one after another, and the defenders had fallen one by one. Silver Moon—the last Guardian of the Spectrum Temple—had activated the emergency teleportation system at the cost of her life, sending Lin Ye, Ramon, and the Spectrum Key to one of the safest places on Earth: deep within the Alabasta Desert.
"Do you think Silver Moon is still alive?" Lin Ye asked quietly, his eyes filled with worry.
Ramon slowly shook his head. "With the Five Elders' strength, even Silver Moon... But her sacrifice gave us a chance. As long as the Spectrum Key and the Time Tuning Fork remain in our hands, there is still hope."
Lin Ye stroked the Dawn Blade on his back. This divine weapon, forged by the Ancient Kingdom, had been a family treasure passed down through generations. It was also