Departure

"Let me check on Han. He’s so quiet all of a sudden." Lance frowned and said to the group.

After a minute, Lance came back with his mouth wide open in disbelief, his hands holding a letter. Not only that, he led two fusion beasts, numbers eight and thirteen.

Shua—

Everyone’s eyes focused on Lance, while Lance gulped and with a hoarse voice said, "Han is gone."

"What are you bluffing about?"

"I’m not bluffing, see for yourself. This is Han’s message for us."

Jian Jia snatched the letter from Lance’s hands, where Han wrote that he had to leave due to special reasons. He had left numbers eight and thirteen, who had stronger sensing capabilities and could help the group identify threats.

Han also said that he was sorry he could not help them any further, and that he hoped everyone could get out of Mystic Valley safely.