The scene from his last meeting with Enya began replaying in Gawain's mind, lingering no matter how hard he tried to dismiss it. Those lingering images quickly contrasted with the reality before him, making the atmosphere in the Incubation Chamber increasingly strange—so strange that even Enya fell silent.
In the end, Gawain was the first to break the awkwardness. "So even you don't know why you became this shape? Then what was your original plan?"
"Time was short. I only managed to complete a rough separation... I had no plan at all for what came afterward," Enya said frankly. It seemed that after shedding the burden of being one of the "gods," even her personality had undergone some subtle changes. Most noticeably, she spoke far more directly now. "In fact, I wasn't even certain that my human side could be preserved, nor whether that preserved humanity would still be the individual known as 'Enya.' I once thought I would become something like a spirit... like a mortal soul, or... an ordinary dragon. This form truly surprised me."
Gawain gave the Golden Giant Egg a strange look and could not help saying, "To be honest, it's quite surprising to hear the words 'no plan' from a god as ancient and patient as you."
There seemed to be a trace of amusement in Enya's voice. "I am no longer a god—and I remember telling you from the very beginning that gods are neither omniscient nor omnipotent."
Gawain nodded lightly, then voiced some of his thoughts. "Could this have some kind of symbolic meaning? A dragon egg... it can be seen as the initial state of dragon life. And among many mortal races on Loren Continent, an unborn child, or one that has just been born but has not yet taken its first