When all the sands in the hourglass were finally depleted, Thirteen reached out into his dimensional storage and pulled out a pale-blue sea conch, its surface etched with swirling runes that faintly glowed.
Without hesitation, he raised it to his lips and blew.
A deep, resonant "BWOOOOOOOOM" sharply resounded in the surroundings, which made those who were already awake cover their ears.
However, covering their ears was of no use.
The sound of the sea conch directly affected the soul, and it was strong enough to disperse the effect of the spores that had made everyone fall unconscious.
"Mom…"
"I can't…"
"Noooo!"
"Mistress…"
Several groans escaped the lips of those who were finally woken from their nightmare.
Many of them had tears streaming down their faces, evidence of the pain, suffering, and struggle they had all been subjected to.
Even the Red Salamander, Jar Jar, looked very pale after witnessing his death and the death of his Mistress, Paimon.
