บท 1487: Civil Arts as Swords, Martial Arts as Sabers

However, her impulsive action triggered a chaotic reaction in the golden vortex. 

Origin golden lightning surged, pushing back her slender hand as if it were an intruder in this realm. 

The world gradually settled as the golden vortex subsided.

The crane trembled with fear, beads of sweat dotting his forehead. 

Surveying the aftermath, he quivered as he voiced his question, "Who was that assailant just now?"

"A human," the tiger growled, certainty in its voice. 

They all understood that the attacker must have been human. 

Claiming Trevon Neal as her child was certainly peculiar; after all, Trevon's mother was Heather Sage.

"Fetch the kithara master from the human race. Perhaps he can use the soul-gathering song to resurrect the old fox," the crane suggested.