The white crystal had not completely formed yet, and no mental fluctuations emanated from it. It seemed that only after the crystal was fully formed would the projection of its thoughts arrive.
Ange and the others exchanged glances. Negris asked, "What are we going to do? This is a Subordinate Origin—can we even beat it?"
Ange nodded, raising both hands, on which were perched Little Ghost and Kram. The opponent was merely something akin to a Celestial Descendant from North Corona, perhaps even falsified—how could it possibly be unbeatable?
Negris exhaled deeply, "That's good, that's good. So now what do we do?"
Anthony also breathed a sigh of relief. Since Ange was confident he could defeat the Subordinate Origin, Anthony's plans became much more flexible. He quickly said, "Cover it up, cover it up. Let's hide first and observe what's going on. Why would it leave a physical body here? And why is it suddenly projecting in now?"
