Dusk deepened, but the hall remained brightly lit.
Philippa and the others were still eagerly discussing whether the parchment that had suddenly appeared in the game was a hidden storyline or some clue they had missed.
Meanwhile, Wu Heng and Lilith stared silently at each other, their brows tightly furrowed.
The two of them had just been talking about a global virus and gods when the wraith on the board suddenly said that, making it seem as if it had been speaking directly to them.
"Can it... hear us talking?" Lilith's voice carried a trace of disbelief.
When this artifact had been in the dwarf hero's hands, it had never displayed anything unusual. Yet after coming to Wu Heng, it always seemed to show something different.
"I'm afraid so. I've always felt this thing wasn't simple," Wu Heng said gravely.
"What do we do next?"
Wu Heng strode toward the Wraith Host that was about to dissipate, fixed his gaze on it, and said, "Were you talking to me? What 'sincerity' do you need? Just say it!"
The wraith did not respond and vanished like smoke.
The others looked somewhat puzzled, while Wu Heng explained his and Lilith's speculation.
Philippa slammed her hand on the table. "I knew it did that on purpose! I already thought something was off when it called us 'deadweight'!"
If this wraith truly possessed independent consciousness, or if the artifact itself had some form of "thought," then everything made sense.
Viola softly asked, "Then what exactly does the 'sincerity' it wants refer to?"
Lilith analyzed, "It probably needs something!"
Shanala looked troubled. "But what could an artifact need? Our resources here aren't as abundant as they were on Treasure Island... Even if we wanted to offer it something, there's nowhere to buy it."
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