"I am merely borrowing and utilizing the rules," the Paper Judge glanced at Lucien. The energy he had just absorbed transformed into a special symbol that vanished into the void, faintly taking the form of a golden scale.
The arm of the golden scale trembled slightly, and suddenly the left pan seemed to scoop up a cluster of gray mist and abruptly became heavy, tipping the entire scale completely to one side.
"Judgment!" Suddenly, the Paper Judge's voice sternly called out the word, and under the influence of a special rule, the two ends of the scale were forcibly balanced together, while the originally empty right end also "scooped" up a clump of golden light under this force.
"Let's go this way." The Paper People floated forward, following the guidance of the golden light, leading the warriors and Lucien to temporarily part ways.
