Chapter 2838: Bolas Supernova

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The bolas have been a deceptively simple yet ingenious hunting tool—weights tied to cords that, when thrown, spin through the air and wrap around an animal’s legs, tripping it in an instant. It’s essentially physics turned into a self-wrapping lasso.

Here, the three suns acted as the weights, while their interlocking magnetic fields served as the cords binding them together. As those fields latched onto the target, they tightened and wrapped around it, constricting its movement. The orbital motion of the suns ensured that the binding force continuously adjusted, keeping the target trapped until the three suns were pulled into a forced convergence. Upon collision, they detonated in a combined supernova, producing a far more concentrated and destructive blast than a regular supernova.

The true ingenuity lay in Corey’s decision to increase the number of suns rather than their size. Enlarging a single sun would have exponentially increased the difficulty of control, risking instability and backlash. By distributing the energy across multiple smaller bodies, she maintained precision and stability while still achieving a greater cumulative effect. It was a safer, more controlled approach—one that didn’t gamble her plan on something that could just as easily turn against her.

The shock hit her hard. Corey barely lingered in the void before rushing back out, determined to find out what the hell had just happened.

"Isn’t it obvious? Not all the faith Konjur has gathered comes from desperate prayers for salvation or guidance. Some of it is genuine devotion—people praying for the well-being of the very beings they worship as gods. When Konjur was in mortal danger, that portion of faith was interpreted by the Sandalphon and converted into protection.

"No wonder Konjur didn’t immediately retreat at the sight of the Sandalphon. Also, it has to be why Peyote doesn’t rely on Sandalphon to land decisive blows and instead plays along with this battle of attrition. With abilities like these in play, we can’t fully predict how things will unfold. It’s getting harder to tell what either of them is really planning."

The less you know, the easier it is to feel certain. The more you learn, the more questions begin to surface. Those with limited knowledge often overestimate themselves, blind to what they’re missing. Meanwhile, those with real experience hesitate more, precisely because they grasp how complex things truly are.

The Field Marshal stared at Corey in disbelief, a creeping suspicion taking hold that the girl might actually be smoking her own vapor venom. At this point, it was the only explanation that made any sense.

"Corey, we’ve been spotted. We need to retreat."

"No." The Field Marshal cut her off with a firm and unyielding stare. "We don’t understand the laws governing Sandalphon’s abilities. What if this is bait? What if it’s using Konjur to draw us in? You said it yourself—trigger even one of those laws, and we’re as good as dead. Let’s not gamble on guesswork. We fall back, regroup with Wyatt, and reassess. This fight is beyond us right now. With him, we might actually stand a chance of figuring it out."

Abandoning the attempt to reason with her, the Field Marshal called out to Park instead—but received no response. Since becoming a sentinel of Corey’s upgraded title demon core, Park had lost much of the freedom she once had, even as her strength had grown significantly.

"Fine. I’m leaving. Hope you know what you’re doing—"

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