Wesley's mind was consumed by the most primal instinct—survival.
He threw himself towards the entrance of the passage, mere steps away.
Family, honor!
None of that mattered now.
He was driven by an instinctual need to live!
…
Whoosh!
A follower pierced Fett's chest with a spear, pinning him to the peak of a mountain!
It was the Covenant Deity he had been fighting.
At the same time, Cyriel's cold, icy arrow intent transformed into invisible shackles, briefly freezing the spacetime where Osinger, Barris, and Ganseng stood.
The next moment, a sword light from the heavens blazed.
It appeared to be a simple line, but it seemed to carry the weight and will of the entire continent.
It crossed the space, precisely landing in the frozen region of Godfall Gorge.
There was no booming sound.
Wherever the sword light passed, there was complete silence!
The ancient Godfall Gorge was split open cleanly.
The incision was smooth as a mirror, and the depth was unfathomable.
