Hearing Enya's soft sigh, Gawain knew that the Dragon God's words came from the heart. He smiled and nodded gently. "I'll thank Bercetia for your blessing, but these matters have little to do with you now. Let them walk their own path."
"That is true. After all, I've 'retired,'" a light, relieved laugh came from the Golden Giant Egg. "Now that I've finally found some leisure, I shouldn't keep worrying about so many things."
Gawain looked around at the new furnishings in the room. His gaze passed over the Magic Net Terminal and Neural Interface Device in standby mode. A faint glow still lingered on the Rune Boards and crystal structures, while subtle Magic Fluctuations came from deep within the devices—the result of prolonged operation. He could not help asking, "Looks like you quite like our Neural Network?"
"The dragons once created the Omega Network, which was far larger and more complex in structure, but even Omega grew from a crude prototype at the beginning," Enya said softly. "Your Neural Network reminds me of what Omega looked like when it was first born... immature, primitive, incomplete, yet growing at a tremendous pace every second, as if proving the vigorous vitality of an entire civilization... Yes, I quite like your Neural Network."
"If the dragons knew that the god they once revered actually enjoyed 'going online,' I wonder how shocked they'd be," Gawain said with a laugh. "After all, this thing is utterly and completely a product of technology."
"As you already know, a god's instincts and nature are not the same," Enya said, as the golden runes across her eggshell slowly began to move again. "Even Heragol does not know that, all these years, I have wanted to try their Omega Network. I wanted to see what was on it