"Hum, hum, hum~hum hum..."
The tone continually changed, and on countless mirror-like fractured surfaces, the figure was twisting and transforming incessantly.
Many ordinary yet striking figures emerged – Fisher's guide in Schwali, the Saint Nali University admission officer who enrolled Moli, the Slave Hunting Team that struck Rafael, and countless other figures hidden in darkness, all interwoven like a hidden, vast net that revealed its true form only at that moment.
The camel rider slowly arrived above the open columnar space amidst the Wutong Tree, gazing into the profound space below. The camel raised its head and took a breath, and a fair hand gently patted its head. At the same time, the camel rider's figure finally ceased its transformations, and from her mouth, a familiar female voice was heard again,
"Don't worry, we're here..."
