"If I had to describe them, I'd say 'machines' is the most fitting word."
The Little Elf's ethereal voice echoed through the dim seawater as it slowly began to tell Mo Ling what happened when it first arrived at the Sea of Creation...
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After arriving on the 3rd Floor of the Abyss, the Little Elf began to search for the meaning of its existence.
It was free, no longer living for the wishes of others. But more often than not, all it felt was an endless emptiness.
"I thought I had escaped a dominated fate, only to fall into an even more chaotic void."
Without a purpose, the Little Elf began to wander the 3rd Floor of the Abyss.
Until it came to the Sea of Creation.
As soon as it entered this sea, it sensed the presence of countless members of its own kind, which greatly excited the lonely creature.
After passing through innumerable mirrored surfaces, the Little Elf found where its kin were located.
