The moment Jacob took down the Machina Unit of the Timeless City, in an unknown place filled with dense, ethereal scarlet mist, a pair of horrifying eyes sprang open.
"The Timeless City of Middle Plains has lost its Prime Machina Unit? And we can't even establish a connection or retrieve the data anymore?!" The cryptic voice sounded with absolute shock.
"Even if someone destroyed the Spirit Core, the data should be retrievable in the hidden substituted Machina Unit, yet nothing was transformed?! Since when did those SNIM Race slaves become so capable!?
"Furthermore, until the substitute Machina Unit established itself, the Constants in the middle plains couldn't establish contact with Upper Plains through Anarchy, and the traditional method cost too much. This mess will take thousands of years to clean…at least the Primary Timeless Hourglass wasn't there. Nonetheless, since when did we, ATLAS, have suffered such a blow before?!"
