Jon resumes his work. He will be the one to continue the history of Arglohandre, and ensure that the future is preserved. Jon gives Fanny Florence a three-tiered bracelet, each with a jewel in red, emerald green, and warm blue, respectively.

"This is Khallossar," Jon puts it on her palm. “It can give you strength and speed.”

Just like Jon said, the moment she puts the bracelet on her wrist, Fanny feels like every part of her is enhanced tenfold. Fanny feels her limbs itch. She really wants to run right now, and smash something in front of her.

“I'm sure you really want to run…”

Jon just says that and then stops, giving up his point. Fanny does not answer, just looks at him with a smile and nods. She closes her eyes, she wants to feel the power coursing through every fiber of her body. Fanny barely lifts her legs to run when she feels the sudden wind run through her as sharp as needles. When she opens her eyes, she is in a position more than a mile away from the rest. Fanny laughs excitedly, she stands at the other end, uses the full range of her voice, and exclaims:

"Did everyone see me?"

But how could they? She is a distance away from them that the naked eye could not see clearly, at most it is just a tiny black dot on the horizon. Fanny excitedly wipes her nose with her hand, and then she once again runs to the starting point. In the blink of an eye, she is back where she is. Not stopping there, Fanny still wants to test her strength. She runs again to a spot about a quarter of a mile from them, a distance just enough for safety and for all to see. Fanny flexes her right fist, with the power now flowing through her veins, Lapunta seems a little less intimidating. Without thinking, she immediately swings her fist to the ground below. Instantly, the ground ten feet radius below her cracks open like rotten wood. The destructive power of that attack also spread the aftershock to the surroundings. The whole land feels like it has just experienced a medium-sized earthquake.

The next person to be given the treasure is O'Biehn Lamstrong. At this moment, the sky is still covered with clouds, but the rain has stopped. A few faint rays of sunlight also penetrate through that dense layer of clouds. Under everyone's expectant eyes, Jon somehow continues to "take" from the palm of his hand a dark brown bow of precious wood, with evenly layered patterns. O'Biehn reaches out to take it, but is amazed that it is hotter than usual, as if there were some small fire that was always smoldering in it.

"I trust you'll know how to use it," Jon said shortly. "It's Sagigandro."

“But you didn't give me a bow and arrow?” asked O’Biehn in surprise.

But Jon just grins and does not answer, making O'Biehn a bit bewildered. However, when he sees Megara, Herone and Fanny like that, he does not think much of it. He believes in Reind, and of course this boy. O'Biehn struggles to bear the heat of Sagigandro in the palm of his hand. He stands with his chest out straight, eyes fixed on a dead tree over there about twenty feet away from him. He does not have a bow, but he also takes the pose as if he were a skilled archer. His left hand holds the bow handle, his right hand grasps a point on the bowstring and jerks back. At this moment, an arrow suddenly appears in his hand and is ready to launch. Lamstrong closes his left eye to aim more accurately. His target is that dead tree over there. But with such a long distance, he thinks it is difficult for him to hit the bullseye. It takes a few moments for him to let go of the rope. Arrow leaves the bow, flies directly to the target. But more specifically, when it is launched, from one original arrow it suddenly fragments into ten more arrows. They all rush towards that tree as if nothing could stop their flight. At such a distance, all ten arrows hit the target. It does not stop there, the moment ten arrows hit the target, from within that tree erupts a mad fireball that consumes itself. Lamstrong only blinks twice, that unfortunate tree is left with only ashes scattered on the ground, and then an unintentional wind blows them away.