Chapter 1084 — The Turning of an Age
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"Ah, really… I am sorry. I have grown used to speaking this way for so long," Enya's voice carried an apology. "To express my feelings frankly and precisely is very difficult for me, and in the process to also consider the listener's capacity to receive them is even harder. I will be more mindful from now on."
Betty quickly waved her hands. "You don't need to apologize like that! I have always been slow to understand things, so I am used to it! And as long as I know you are happy now, that is enough—then I am happy too!"
The voice within the shell was quiet for a moment, then came with a hint of curiosity: "Betty, you always seem so cheerful."
"That is right," Betty laughed, radiant in the sunlight. "Because good things keep happening, after all."
"So good things do keep happening... that's wonderful," Enya seemed touched, but she quickly set something aside, and her voice grew light again. "Could you tell me more about the city of Xuanyue? The way you tell it seems more interesting than what the newspapers write."
"Of course!" Betty nodded vigorously, beaming with delight—but before "telling stories," she first fished a soft white cloth from her side, then started toward the giant egg as she spoke. "But I have to wipe your shell first—I can wipe and talk at the same time~"
Enya's tone turned strange for a moment. "...Actually, I think it would be fine not to wipe it, but if you find it interesting, then go ahead."
Soon the squeak-squeak of the soft cloth rubbing against the shell echoed through the room, and along with that wiping sound, Betty began to recount everything about Xuanyao City to Enya with great enthusiasm—everything she had seen of the city of Xuanyue, from its beginnings to all that had happened since.
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At that same moment, in the deepest space of the Fortress of Defiance—within the "Courtyard" that lay in the Shadow Realm—the giant deer Amorn, cloaked in white sacred radiance, lay quietly upon ground strewn with shattered boulders, colossal metal beams, and crystal shards.
This sacred being, vast as a small hill, had its eyes open now, and those eyes, as though carved from crystal and flooded with white light, were fixed straight ahead at something placed not far before it—a large-scale magic-net terminal device, its precision alloy base inlaid with high-quality projection crystals, within which a dim, faint glimmer flowed.
The device had not yet been activated, and nearby one could see mana obelisks for amplifying and relaying signals, auxiliary magic-net power matrices, and various other magical instruments of differing function.
Not far from the giant deer Amorn stood another vast shadow—a beautiful lady tall as a bell tower, her lower body formed of illusory magical mist and cloud. She was crouched to one side now, glancing at the still-dormant magic-net terminal, then at the motionless giant deer, and after several false starts she finally could not help saying: "Do you need help?"
"No," the former god of nature refused at once. "I can do it myself."
"You've been fumbling at it for ages—really, to make it start, all you need to do is..."
"No, I can do it myself!"