Raising an underage Crow God was truly a painstaking affair, and Anweina had a profound appreciation for that. The Crow God Mediva was evolving in some utterly bizarre way, with wildly uneven development across her various attributes. That bird had the personality of a five-year-old, yet she could search online for the Dalaran Magic Compendium. That was simply too brutal. When I was five, I didn't even know how to crack sunflower seeds...
Anweina felt that one day she would successfully grasp Mediva's growth patterns, but definitely not within the next couple of days. Right now, we couldn't even find a single feather of Mediva's. By that evening, every search party had come up empty-handed, finding only energy activity points that had long since gone cold. Surveillance satellites were continuously scanning the entire globe. The resulting energy distribution maps were a complete mess, with chaotic lines sketched across the world maps fed back to us, displaying Mediva's flight path: she had set off from Hebei, circled around the Middle East, then headed straight for Antarctica, detoured through North America, entered South Africa, appeared in Australia, jumped to somewhere near Okinawa, then showed up in Northern Europe, with Chile next... Let me put it this way: that route was even more convoluted than Qian Qian's brain. The only pattern I could deduce was that there was no pattern at all.
What we could confirm was that after noon Beijing Time today, no new anomalous energy reactions had appeared anywhere on Earth. Mediva's figure had completely vanished from every satellite view, leaving behind only energy hotspots that were gradually cooling.
"Could she have already flown to another planet?" I muttered as I looked at the Holographic Projection before me.
It was half past ten at night. The whole family was still awake,