A magical battle unfolds right before us. The switching of color before us is not obvious to the onlookers lying around the seashore. They must have thought that it was a natural part of the seawave process or it was the sun’s dimming shine that causes it to change color. Safe to say the Maicans at Redim are not observant enough. 

“Time to go,” urges Pops. 

Seeing no retaliation, the three of us decide to stand far away from the scene filled with ...