Abner Lane sheathed his sword and withdrew, his heart still pounding: "Is this the true power of an ancient, formidable force?" He found himself at a loss, even the sword aura in the Mini-world wouldn't last for long after charging in, it would only gradually be whittled away.
Owen Bertram's voice suddenly echoed: "Predecessor, we must cut it off decisively, otherwise, we will be thrown into chaos!"
Santa was about to roar that he couldn't cut it off right now, for this damned Ghostly Ted had intertwined with him. If he cut off his Bearded True Fire and discarded his Fire Staff, Ghostly Ted wouldn't let him go and would instead surge forward to continue corroding him—when he suddenly saw Master Bertram extend his hand and release a thin, small, leather pouch-like Magic Treasure.
