After Dimiurge sent the message, the furball instantly went limp. A gust of wind blew by and scattered some of it, as if it had merely been an ordinary clump of fur piled together.
Dimiurge casually tossed the fur into the air. Another gust swept through, and the hairs vanished without a trace.
"Hmm, now we just wait for His Highness the Prince's arrangements." (?ˇ?ˇ?)
Dimiurge looked at the red hairs dispersing in the air and nodded slightly before heading back toward the beach where Lumine and the others were training.
Meanwhile, in the Abyss, the Pyro Abyssal Mage who had completely freed Dimiurge from the ice earlier also received Dimiurge's message.
However, the Abyssal Mage was a little bewildered after receiving it.
What was going on? Hadn't that communication furball been accidentally lost?
Now it seemed someone must have picked it up.
And that voice sounded like the unlucky fellow who had been frozen before.
But what did he mean by His Highness the Prince's plan proceeding smoothly, and the God he had hinted at already taking action?
Could it be that His Highness the Prince had secretly arranged some plan with that Abyssal Apostle?
But forget it.
If that was really the case, then it had nothing to do with him. He only needed to report this matter to His Highness the Prince.
Thus, the Abyssal Mage went before Aether, who was at his desk planning the Abyss's future development, and repeated Dimiurge's message to him word for word.
Then, without waiting for Aether to react, he withdrew.
After all, if this really was some confidential plan that he was not supposed to know about, there was no point in him staying.
Although Aether's expression did not change after hearing the Abyssal Mage's report, he was somewhat puzzled