The Birth of a God

Magic Technology Research Institute, Level Two Underground, Classified Conference Room.

Gawain, dressed in a dark blue coat, entered the room. In this heavily guarded conference room, which was never open to outsiders, he found that everyone attending the meeting was already waiting.

Light and Veronica were speaking quietly. Pittman absentmindedly twirled his beard, while Camil floated beside the conference table, his arcane radiance calm and blue. When Heti saw Gawain arrive, she was the first to rise and bow. "Ancestor."

The others also stopped what they were doing and rose to pay their respects.

Gawain swept his gaze around the room, his line of sight lingering briefly on an empty seat beside the long table. "No need to stay invisible at a time like this."

Amber's figure immediately appeared. "Habit, habit..."

Gawain shook his head and walked to the head of the table. As he sat down, he said, "This is an internal meeting, so no need for formalities. Today, we're mainly exchanging intelligence, and... I need some advice from the professionals present."

Veronica raised her head and looked around the room, immediately understanding. "Is this related to knowledge of the gods?"

"That's right." Gawain nodded. "Amber should have told you before the meeting about the recent abnormalities in the Sleepers' Mind Network, right?"

"She told us half an hour ago," Light replied. "I had no idea our infiltration of the Order of Eternal Slumber had reached this level."

"This matter has always been highly classified, and it doesn't overlap with the church's affairs, so it's normal that you didn't know," Gawain said, his expression growing serious. "But things have changed, and some intelligence has to be disclosed.

"Simply put, according to intelligence I just received, a secret plan the Sleepers were carrying out in the Mind Network may have