"Sora, your hand!" Ruki stared at Sora with wide eyes. Her expression was exaggerated, but concern outweighed everything else.
"I feel like this is Biyomon's power. It's a little different, but this is definitely Biyomon's power." Sora looked at her two newly regrown fingers, then instinctively touched her face. In the end, she found that the scar on her face was still there.
"Brother Fan, will Sora be okay?" T.K. tugged at Zheng Fan's pants and asked quietly.
"I don't know either. That power is probably beyond my limits. Even a single wisp of it isn't something I can resist." As Zheng Fan spoke, he rested his hand on the Night Dawn Sword, using his own power to soothe the Sword Spirit Xiao and Cupimon.
The instant Sora extended her finger, that terrifying aura had suppressed Xiao in the deepest recesses of the Night Dawn Sword. Cupimon, who was inside the Holy Ring, had escaped suppression because of being asleep, but had suffered severe injuries. The day of awakening was now far out of reach.
Xiao had only survived thanks to the close connection between the Night Dawn Sword and Zheng Fan. If Sora had touched the Night Dawn Sword with that finger, any method of uniting sword and wielder would surely have collapsed completely. The vow to live and die with one's sword would ultimately have been nothing but a joke.
Ruki felt the same way. Even if she fused with Renamon again and evolved into the Mega-level Sakuyamon, she still would not have been able to withstand a casual attack from Sora. That was the true fear lurking in Ruki's eyes. In the end, however, she overcame the fear in her heart, because she trusted Sora. She trusted Zheng Fan.
"Everyone, we'd better hide first. I think the