The sudden news left Hao Ren at a loss. At this most critical juncture, what he feared most was the possibility that the World Server's eldest son would be unable to hold on. He looked up at the enormous Nerve Ganglion in the cavern. The massive biological tissue still radiated a faint red glow and gave off a dull, throbbing sound, but there seemed to be some noise mixed into the throbbing—a huge ancient life-form crying out in agony beneath the scorching sun.
After a moment of stunned silence, Hao Ren said urgently to Nolan, "Make it hold on!"
"Make who hold on?" Nolan failed to react for a moment.
"Whoever it is, you can hear its voice, so it should be able to hear yours too. Find a way to convey your thoughts to it—whatever it takes, make it hold on a little longer! We're almost done finding the organ that stores its memories. Even a few more hours would be enough!"
Hao Ren had no idea whether Nolan could understand something so abstract and chaotic, but the communicator still carried the girl's resolute voice. "I don't really understand... but I'll do my best!"
Izax heard the commotion and came over to ask, "What happened?"
"The eldest son may not be able to hold on," Hao Ren said briefly. "It's planning to end this nightmare."
"In other words..."
"Billions of Zhuom people's souls will die when they wake from the dream. All I can do now is have Nolan try to encourage the eldest son, but I don't know whether that'll make it hold on any longer. In fact, I'm not even sure the eldest son can truly hear Nolan's voice... I still haven't figured out what kind of entity Nolan is, but we have no choice but to