Clearly, that strike had come from outer space.
And judging by the surge of energy it had unleashed, it had undoubtedly been intended to blow the entire planet apart.
If not for the protection of the psionic barrier covering the planet, the entire Violet World would likely have been annihilated into countless specks of dust in that instant, and the countless billions of living beings within it would have been silently wiped out.
Dreamweaver's figure flashed.
The next moment.
Dreamweaver, clad in a red dress, appeared beyond the Violet World's atmosphere. Standing before the immense psionic barrier, she gazed out into space, her eyes flickering.
At the same time, the Trident on the Back Mountain of Winter Spring Valley shot into the sky.
Beside her, Lynn's figure gradually materialized. He reached out and seized the Trident, which surged with divine light, then turned toward the stars.
"It isn't that calamity's gaze."
Lynn adjusted his Monocle and gazed into the dark void.
"Your barrier covers the entire Violet World. That tiny leak of firstborn power isn't enough to draw that calamity's attention. Also, I haven't told Aivier what you did to that girl, so you'd better show her some respect. Given where things stand between us, I won't take your side."
The corners of Dreamweaver's lips lifted. She brushed back her long hair and said:
"Heh, how heartless. You accept my guidance, yet take someone else's side. As you people on Blue Star would say, you really do bite the hand that feeds you."
Lynn ignored her, his gaze still fixed on the depths of the dark void.
Because he knew that girl's secret.
Just as Aivier had said, how could a single drop of blood possibly have given rise to firstborn power within her?
Because Dreamweaver had used far more