The viscous pressure that weighed down the space quietly receded like an ebbing tide the moment Allen finished speaking.
Deep within that massive pupil, which reflected the birth and death of galaxies, something seemed to shift. It was as if a colossal star system were adjusting its orbit.
Then, an extremely faint yet distinct sound echoed by Allen's ear.
It sounded like... a soft chuckle.
"A very interesting logical sophistry."
Augustus's gentle voice returned, but this time, it carried a trace of genuine appreciation, much like a chess player witnessing an opponent make a brilliant, unexpected move.
"A product of Dawn Star Level knowledge... You are very adept at exploiting the rules. You redefined a 'result' into the endpoint of a 'process.' You are right. For Morning Stars, figuring out their next step is indeed the ultimate pursuit of knowledge at their stage.
"Allen Wesren. I am starting to like you a little."
