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Chapter 461 The Golden Hands of the Guardian
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But before the order could be carried out, something happened that shocked every single one of them.
Ordinarily, within a Guide’s own shield, her spirit anitnal could freely assist allies with purificano and strike at enemies.
This time, no spirit animal appeared.
Instead, enormous golden hands reached out, one after another.
Long, slender fingers moved with graceful poise, as if a god hidden beyond sight had only revealed a fragment of their power-yet even that sliver carried overwhelming, unyielding force.
One massive hand closed around the nearest rebel fighter craft.
The warship looked like a tiny toy cupped in its grasp.
With a casual toss, the craft went hurtling an immense distance away.
Everyone present stared, stunned speechless.
None had ever imagined a Guide’s psychic shield could achieve something on this scale.
At the same moment, some of the golden hands continued hurling enemy ships far off; others gently shifted collapsed stone slabs and walls, pulling trapped survivors out from beneath the rubble.
The shield kept expanding.
After wrapping entirely around Core Prime, it kept spreading outward.
The hands attached to the shield unfurled their fingers, reaching toward the rebel fleet.
The rebels’ eyes went wide, and they scrambled to maneuver their warships into an urgent retreat.
One hand grasped nothing but empty space, yet more golden hands reached out straight away.
Panic swept through the rebels, forcing them to fall back again and again.
They were not fighting other humans now. They stood against a deity who rarely showed itself.
They had almost no way to fight back, only room to flee and yield.
The two sides existed on entirely separate planes of power.
Once they retreated beyond Core Prime’s boundary, the rebels didn’t flee outright. They linge watching.
No one had ever seen a Guide wield power like this.
Where Tier-35 Guides before had been their safeguard, pouring out continuous area-wide psychi
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purification for fighting Sentinels, Lyra was a quiet guardian whose power struck like thunder when unleashed.
With her standing watch, no force could easily threaten Core Prime.
No one could wrap their heads around how she had done it, or why she was so unlike any other,
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She seemed frail and delicate in daily life, yet her unfolded psychic shield held such terrifying ense strength.
Even Elowen, who had once been her instructor, stared in utter shock.
Could it be that loss in one place opened up gain somewhere else?
Survivors lucky enough to escape injury tilted their heads upward in a daze, arms stiff as they held their Star Brain to record this extraordinary feat.
When the rebels pulled back and stopped advancing, the holy golden hands didn’t give chase.
Some slowly withdrew back into the glowing halo along the shield’s edge to conserve psychic energy.
Others remained down below, searching for lives buried in the wreckage.
A little girl, tears still streaked across her cheeks, froze mid-weep as one colossal hand lifted her unconscious father free from the broken stone.
One survivor after another was set gently on the ground. Bystanders rushed to their loved ones, weeping in grief and calling Lyra’s name, pouring out endless gratitude toward her.
Her power was nearly spent. The golden hands grew faint and translucent.
The hands swept over the ruins one last time, confirming no more living souls remained beneath.
In the blink of an eye, every golden hand and the enormous shield dissolved before their eyes.
At the sight, Rhys and Harlan spun around at once, desperate to check on Lyra inside.
In that brief span, she had not only purified the Sentinels and eased their pain, but also struck out to drive off and intimidate the rebels.
Every single act drained massive amounts of psychic power.
Click.
The bathroom door swung open on its own.
Lyra stepped out, soaked to the bone. Though wrapped in several thick towels, her body shook nonstop.
Her skin was ashen pale, drained of color like a corpse days dead, and her lips were dark purple from the cold.
Rhys and Harlan’s brows drew tight the instant they saw her.
They grabbed her hands in confusion and found her fingers so cold they felt like icicles.
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Rhys glanced toward the bathroom.
She had soaked in the tub, yet there was no wisp of white steam at all.
“How could you do something so foolish p>
Harlan turned at once to fetch fresh, dry heavy clothes, then switched on the room’s heating un
Arthur and Gideon, who had stood guard outside, stepped in. They froze where they stood the moment they laid eyes on Lyra.
Lyra’s head felt swollen like a balloon someone kept pumping air into, ready to burst at any moment.
Rhys lifted her trembling, curled form and settled her fully onto the soft bed.
His voice was urgent. “Hurry, get changed p>
Harlan squatted beside her, quickly wrapping a towel around her dripping wet hair.
Lyra’s fingers were stiff with cold, her blood moving sluggishly as if frozen solid.
She grabbed for her clothes, trying to dress herself.
Rhys watched her sluggish movements and knew she could not manage it alone.
“Let me p>
Lyra’s gaze drifted slowly toward him.
Rhys’ brow furrowed when their eyes met.
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