On the Lost Square, the Energy Light Curtain still clearly reflected the life-and-death struggle on the 95th Floor. Crow Felix tilted his head, watching Lynch successfully find the core of the Pseudo-rule grafting array with the "revelation," a trace of unease flashing in his crimson eyes.
He fluttered his wings, turned his head, and asked Naples, who had returned to his meditation with a hint of uncertainty, "Hey, old man… Are we really not breaking the rules of the tower by doing this? Are you sure it's okay?"
Naples didn't even lift an eyelid, his calm thoughts resonating directly, carrying an air of detachment: "I have never uttered a word about the trial process within the tower, nor have I ever applied any form of interference. Everything is your own doing, sending your feather in there."
