Logan stepped out of the dungeon, where the harsh sunlight hit him immediately.
Hiyua had been waiting outside the door. Seeing him emerge, she hurried forward. "Brother, how did it go?"
Logan looked at Hiyua and spoke in a deep, serious tone: "Notify the Dream Committee. Prepare for the second wave of war."
"In seven days, a Demigod might descend here. The battle ahead will be even harder."
Hiyua nodded immediately. "Yes, brother."
She turned and hurried away to deliver Logan's orders.
Logan lifted his head, looking toward the depths of the Lost World.
In his eyes, the golden light flared up once more.
Logan whispered to himself, his voice filled with worry and resolve: "49 star... not enough."
He turned his hand over and put the token Violet had given him into his familiar space.
Then, he turned and walked alone toward the Dawn City command center.
The hem of his black combat suit swayed with each step, still stained with the lingering smoke of the battlefield.
