Magic City Stronghold, top floor.
This was Evergreen's exclusive space, devoid of any superfluous decoration, containing only cold metal walls and a set of equally cold tables and chairs.
The entire room was so empty that he could hear his own heartbeat.
Evergreen sat alone in the chair, dozens of light screens floating in the void before him.
Every light screen displayed the status data of a core member in real time.
On Dawn's panel, the value representing divinity stability was fluctuating violently, and spiderweb-like red cracks covered his virtual avatar, but a brand-new, more condensed power was brewing deep within the cracks.
Beside Sword Master in the Snow's panel, the icon of a cyan small blade was spinning, disassembling, and reorganizing at high speed.
Dies Martin's panel was completely occupied by two colors, black and gold, two completely opposing forces forming a bizarre equilibrium within his data model.
Evergreen's fingertips gently swept across the void, closing all the light screens.
The room returned to absolute silence once more.
Right at that moment, a patch of shadow in the corner of the room wriggled.
The color of that shadow was deeper than the surrounding shadows, and it slowly peeled away from the corner of the wall, stretched out on the ground, and then stood up, condensing into a vague humanoid figure.
The outline of this humanoid figure was unstable, clear at times and distorted at others, as if woven from countless lies and deceptions.
"Your recent moves are quite big."
A voice with a hint of mockery, yet unable to be distinguished as male or female, came from that blurred humanoid figure.
Evergreen did not turn his head, nor did he show any surprise.
"Dies Martin." He simply calmly uttered the name of the newcomer.
"Tsk tsk." The humanoid called