The notebook's "frenzy" was directly tied to the fluctuations in the Fog Maze's Radiation Zone. To some extent, the two even seemed to answer each other across the distance.
Ronan trusted his senses and his judgment. He could even tell that the connection between them was scattered and mismatched in certain details.
He watched the pages flutter, paying particular attention to the seemingly meaningless lines Grandfather had recorded there as they flowed in broken, twisting patterns through human sight.
Ronan had given this some thought. But the technical questions were not his only concern. There was also Luo Yuandao, fast asleep far away in Xia City.
After much deliberation, Ronan closed the notebook and returned it to his storage Spacetime Bubble. He hoped that would quiet the disturbing fluctuations in the Radiation Zone a little.
But after he waited several minutes, the sense of distant resonance vanished while the fluctuations in the Radiation Zone did not subside. Instead, they grew more agitated, spreading across a considerable area as noise that no ear could hear but that ground unmistakably against the Mental Layer.
It was chaotic, disordered, without the slightest pattern.
Listen to it long enough, and even his own emotions threatened to turn volatile.
Ronan was still serving as Grandfather's shield and filter. Luo Yuandao seemed fine for the moment; he had even begun to snore softly. But that made Ronan wonder:
Had the old man spent the past several decades living under this kind of noise pollution?
Or had Ronan broadened the meaning of the secret "I" character to encompass Grandfather too, indirectly drawing him into this sphere and adding enough weight to upset the old balance?
Ronan had plenty of theories, but he did not want to act rashly.
So far, the situation was under control, and Grandfather's