"Roger appeared again, he launched a surprise attack on the Broken Dome."
Galahad said.
"I know, you don't even need to say it, it's obvious."
At the edge of the rooftop, Watson stood there, looking up, seemingly observing the glow behind the clouds.
It seemed as if gods were in conflict behind the clouds, giant beasts of the world wandering beside them. Watson wanted to capture this scene in a painting, but unfortunately, she couldn't paint and could only remember it with her eyes.
"He will gradually uncover the intelligence of the Purification Mechanism, can we really keep it concealed forever?" Galahad's voice was filled with uncertainty.
"Who knows?" Watson responded calmly, as if nothing could affect her mood, "But it's still within control."
"These sacrifices are necessary, the exposure of intelligence is expected. This act must be executed flawlessly, so flawless that even we are a bit uncomfortable with it..."
Galahad interrupted Watson's words and asked.
