Hana stood peacefully in her protective circle. Around her, the exotic people formed circles, combining with each other's magic to create sturdy rings of all colors. It looked like a glowing little orb; although Claura repeatedly attacked Hana like a machine, it didn't make the small ball a problem. The more so, the more frantic Claura became; the winds that followed the whip in Claura's hand whipped so hard that the aliens standing in front were covered in bleeding wounds. Hana watched calmly; she handed Moan the Bommu, which had an excellent healing function. So her worry wasn't on the exotic people; her gaze was still pinned on Claura.As a result, she learned that Hana's consciousness was a little awake. Hana's attack force remained the same, sometimes more robust than before, but Claura deliberately attacked the openings where no exotic people stood. Right now, Hana knew the moment had come. She jumped high, escaping the protective ring and aiming for Claura. Claura's sober gaze

When Mrs. Vinlot arrived, Mr. O.Renci was dead. Dying in Hana's arms, his expression was very relaxed. He had just been freed, but Hana's condition wasn't good. Mrs. Vinlot slowly ruffled Hana's slightly tangled hair and wanted to comfort her but didn't know how to say it. It was Mr. O.Renci's choice and his last wish. It seemed that Hana had responded to it, so Mr. O.Renci left peacefully. Mrs. Vinlot saw Claura's body lying alone in the ring. In just one day, Hana had lost two important people. This pain Hana would hardly bear.Suddenly every strand of hair in Mrs. Vinlot's hand turned into white strands. Then gradually, Hana's whole chestnut hair turned snow-white silver. Mrs. Vinlot hugged Hana tightly, "Don't, Hana. It's salvageable,"The small figure in Mrs. Vinlot's arms trembled every moment, every blue tear falling into the ring, cold and involuntarily like a human here. Vinlot wanted to pass on her warmth to Hana; she didn't want Hana to suffer anymore. From that day on, Ms.