After everyone had left, Lyka finished dealing with the military reports at hand before stopping to pick up the secret dossier brought by the captain of the Shadow Guard.
The dossier recorded every conjecture and effort made by the various races over the past twelve years as they worked together to forge a great lock capable of locking away the Codex.
Lyka himself had participated in many of the matters recorded within, while others were things he was learning of for the first time. At the very end of the dossier was the final version of the completed great lock.
This lock had already surpassed the ratings the various races used for divine artifacts. It was a lock forged from the collective wisdom of all races. At the very least, before the strongest rule-based methods they could conceive of, this lock remained indestructible.
As he looked over the results of the various law experiments, Lyka's hand began to tremble slightly.
"Do you see it? Who said we were inferior to those who came before us? This was created by our wisdom. Can the thing you forged still break free?"
There had always been a stone weighing on Lyka's heart. He knew more than Chen Cheng, so when he comprehended the truth of the world, the despair in his heart was beyond anything Chen Cheng could imagine.
But today, today they had forged this lock with their own wisdom—a lock sufficient to bind the plans of Old Ke and those other arrogant fools. To Lyka, it was like finally breathing out the suffocating breath trapped in his chest.
Lyka's emotional turmoil lasted only a moment. He quickly finished reading the secret dossier, put it away, and returned to studying the sand table before him, deducing the battle that would take place