Seeing the "Spear of Orthodoxy" that had gone berserk gradually calming down, Beth Finley, the Master of Rules below, couldn't help but cry out, "Impossible—"
From outside the void, that voice tinged with seductive charm coldly said, "Lowly thing, when your master and I dominated the entire starry universe, ruling over thousands of races, you didn't even know whether you existed. Now, thanks to your master's grace, you've gained a bit of strength, yet you daringly attempt to rebel and commit treason. No matter how much a lowly thing evolves, it can never change its base nature—"
With that voice, the giant hand flipped and folded, and completely encapsulated the Spear of Orthodoxy. The Master of Rules felt she could no longer sense the aura of the "Spear of Orthodoxy"; she had lost the Spear.
