The defied Court, shrouded in endless gloom and the depths of chaos, is as peaceful and serene as ever today. Amoen, the Giant Stag, lay motionless between the floating boulders and shattered ancient ruins, bathed in a faint holy glow. Today, the Goddess of Magic did not immerse herself in the neural network but silently circled beside Amoen.
This scene seemed as if an enormous ghost, as grand as a clock tower, was drifting beside the God of Nature.
After circling countless times, Amoen finally couldn't help but break the silence, "Have you had enough of circling yet?"
"I'm just afraid that once I connect to the network, you'll turn around and report me to the Administrator," the Goddess of Magic finally stopped, glaring fiercely at the God of Nature with eyes shrouded in mysterious mist, "I've realized, beneath your usually honest and simple demeanor, you're the most unpredictable—after all I've helped you with, you'd report me?"
