Yu Sheng stood in the murky void, staring intently at the tiny figure—the petite doll standing beside the campfire. Who was it now?
Was it the remnant consciousness of blonde-haired Eileen? Another fragment of the Omen Goddess? A mental projection left behind in the World Bridge after the two merged? Or, as before, was it an "incomplete mind" formed from the consciousness scattered from the little doll?
Yu Sheng could not tell for the moment—the Omen Goddess's manner of existence and the corruption she had undergone over the past three thousand seven hundred years were completely beyond his understanding. He had originally thought that when blonde-haired Eileen merged with the Othergod, she had taken away most of the latter's "essence" and obsession. But now it seemed that what a "god" left behind after shattering far exceeded human imagination, and blonde-haired Eileen's fusion with the Omen Goddess had been nowhere near complete.
Perhaps it was because Eileen had already been at the end of her strength when she merged with the Omen Goddess. Or perhaps... the power of the Alice doll alone was still insufficient to fully bear an existence as vast as the Omen Goddess.
He cautiously approached the petite figure that bore so many blended traits. Looking at the face so similar to that of the black-haired, red-eyed Eileen he knew, he hesitated before asking, "Are you the Omen Goddess, or Eileen?"
"I don't know..." The petite doll shook her head, seemingly trying to curl herself into the narrow gaps between the campfire's light. "I—I don't remember anything. Everyone told me to come here, to find... find someone to help. But then the bridge suddenly collapsed. I only remember wanting to fix it. I kept fixing it, but I could never connect it back together..."
Yu Sheng frowned.
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