In the defied Court shrouded in endless darkness and depths of chaos, today was, as always, peaceful and serene—Amoen, the Giant Stag, lay motionless, nestled between floating boulders and fragmented ancient debris, his whole body bathed in a faint sacred radiance. Goddess of Magic today did not immerse herself in the neural network but silently circled around Amon.
This scene looked like an enormous ghost as big as a clock tower floating around the God of Nature.
After circling around for what felt like countless times, Amon finally couldn't help but break the silence: "Haven't you circled enough?"
"I'm just afraid that if I connect to the network, you'll turn around and report me to the Administrator," Goddess of Magic finally stopped, glaring fiercely at the God of Nature with eyes shrouded in mysterious mist, "I've finally discovered that your usually honest and simple nature is truly indefensible when you become devious—I help you so much, and you just report me?"
