"Hmm."
Holan gave a helpless smile, then stretched out his hands, and from his sleeves fell numerous bird corpses flapping their wings. Those birds quickly grasped his clothing with a tacit understanding, lifting him from the ground and flying towards the widely open Seeking Knowledge Gate.
Below, Emhardt watched him leave, clearly still uneasy. Unfortunately, he was just a book and couldn't accomplish much, so he could only reluctantly fly back into Paimon's palace to tend to Moli, who was wrapped by the power of the base.
In the palace, Moli kept her eyes tightly closed, struggling with the omnipresent chill. Time seemed thick and sticky in this difficult process, making each day feel like a year to Moli.
At this moment, a whisper suddenly reached her ears, uncertain from where it came. Was it an expression from the depths of her heart, or a murmur from some unknown void?
