All Authority Power, under the dreamlike erosion of this bronze hall, will dissolve.
The high-hanging Sword of Concept can end all chaos.
The Lord of Love sacrificed his life, allowing this unbelievable power to manifest in the bronze hall and aboard the Initial Vessel.
Obviously, all of this was within Alf's control, so it was not the least bit afraid of the Authority Power stepping onto the ship.
"What if I take them out?"
Xiaoman spoke anxiously, her fingers caressing [Tide], with her fingertips trembling as debris flowed away.
At this moment, it is no longer appropriate to refer to it as [Tide].
This is merely a simple, transformed seashell.
If she continues to caress it, it will soon fall apart and turn into sand and gravel.
"The answer is already obvious... Miss Xiaoman."
Alf gently replied: "It's nothing now, not an 'Authority Item', from the moment you stepped into the hall, it was just an ordinary seashell. If you wish, you can crush it into dust now."
