The woman's hair had already turned completely white, and her face was withered. Her once-delicate skin had begun to peel and crack... Divine Princess.
She lay on Zhao Huai'an's back, silently counting down the time she had left.
"Are you all right?"
The only response seemed to be the slightly heavier flow of his breath... Only the white strands of hair occasionally drifting lightly served as a guide—guiding Zhao Huai'an in the opposite direction.
"...The Chiwang Tomb is made up of thousands of different subspaces. Some are tiny, like little rooms, while others are vast enough to rival a mountain, a sea, or even a continent... After Wolfeid developed independent consciousness, it hid the dock's space among these thousands of subspaces. We spent a long time unable to locate the dock completely... I never expected... I never expected that destruction would instead squeeze out a crack in the dock's space..."
Listening to that incomparably aged voice, Zhao Huai'an shook his head. "When the poison has penetrated to the marrow, even scraping the bone to cure it is insufficient. The only way is to eradicate it completely... You can't bear to part with everything in the Chiwang Tomb."
"These subspaces are all legacies Raphael inherited from her parents... If she can't return to her homeland, she'll lose the ability to create subspaces." Divine Princess said weakly, "Would you cripple your own abilities and donate all your wealth unconditionally?"
Zhao Huai'an did not answer. He merely glanced at the upper level of Gear World and pondered. "In your opinion, how much longer until this place completely collapses?"
"It will only get faster... You must hurry... Once Wolfeid gathers three Primordial Treasure Orbs, it will be able to completely release the dock's seal and gain freedom."
"How many has it obtained?"
"Two already."