In this war-torn and ruined building, within this crimson world, a striking white light suddenly appeared.
It was like the brightest spark in the dark night, full of purity and hope.
Seeing the small Compass in Jiko's hand, it floated up like that.
Then, a burst of light emanated from it, enveloping the group at the theater entrance, forming a small daylight-like area.
At first, Wolf Teeth and the others did not understand what was going on or what the effect of these white lights was.
But when they suddenly looked down, they saw the Plasma Cutter in front of them vibrate slightly, and then its long-extinguished button lit up without any warning.
"What... what is this... how, how, how...?"
Wolf Teeth and the others were startled, and for a moment, they could not react to what it meant.
Jiko had an expression of having anticipated it all along.
Obviously, all of this was from his hand.
