The Artificial God opened its eyes for the first time.
They were eyes indescribable with mere words, translucent like crystals, yet within them, countless radiant lights gathered, encapsulating an ultimate beauty and purity in their massive gaze. However, these eyes held no emotion—they simply observed, observing the mortals floating boldly ahead, issuing provocations. There was neither hostility nor friendliness in their sight, not even a whisper of curiosity or care.
Beltira felt a faint sting in her eyes and brain. She hadn't even met the gaze of the deity, yet just seeing those eyes from afar already gave her a sense of mental shock. However, she did not avert her gaze; instead, she consciously confronted the unfolding events—all those standing on the floating island, black-robed priests included, did not look away.
