The instant that old and feeble voice rang out, Angelica's whole body trembled violently. She then stared at the Iron Throne in disbelief. She was no stranger to that voice—it had appeared in her mindscape more than once—but in the real world, this was the first time she had heard the Ancient Saint speak!
Even with her extensive training and ability to keep her mind calm at all times, the young female caretaker could barely suppress her excitement. Her eyes nearly brimmed with tears. "Ancient Saint, you've finally awakened?"
"Angelica, thank you for taking care of me all these years, and thank all of you as well." Odin's voice echoed through the empty hall. His vocal organs had already decayed, leaving him able to use only crystal as a spellcasting medium, producing sound by vibrating the surrounding air. "But now I have something to discuss with my old friend. You and this Light Seeker should leave first. Also, notify the people upstairs to stop this pointless fighting. These travelers from beyond the barrier are our guests."
"Archon Borrenpar has already gone to the Upper City." Angelica lowered her head. "He should be meeting the Speaker of the Steam Council by now."
"No, that isn't enough. The Steam Council members are all responsible people, but they won't easily believe Borrenpar..."
A ray of light suddenly appeared in the air. Trembling, it gradually condensed into a small sphere and floated toward Angelica. Odin infused the sphere with his mental power as a token. "Send a few more people and take this with you. Only then will the Steam Council believe you."
Clearly, although Odin had silently slept on the Iron Throne for hundreds of years, his consciousness had remained active. He had continued observing the situation in Twilight City and knew the