Cover... enshroud Terra?
The Gale Dragon King felt that he might not have heard clearly. After a brief freeze, he finally understood what Ian meant: You mean, instead of repairing the Cradle's breach, we directly use a new Cradle to wrap up Terra?
He sucked in a breath of ozone: Never mind how tall or large a Cradle enclosing Terra would have to be—what about the light? The Cradle absorbs all light!
"Don't we have the Perpetual Motion Machine?"
Ian did not care much, smiling as he said, "And look, the Cradle can release light too. Like a controllable version of the Light Calamity—so long as we create the Cradle ourselves, we can control it and slowly release the light stored within."
Where would they get so much light? The Gale Dragon King was rather baffled. He could never understand why problems so difficult for him seemed as ordinary as breathing to Ian.
Was the problem with him? Or was he simply too normal, incapable of thinking as strangely as these Terrans?
Shaking his head and tossing aside the insane thought of Should I learn how Terrans think too?, the Dragon King continued asking: The Cradle can indeed absorb all external light, but put plainly, it can only store one day's worth of light for one day's use. Without illumination, there is nothing left.
If the Cradle's wound is not repaired, Terminus will eventually penetrate through it. When that happens, the sun will become ruins and all things will perish. What will Terra do then? Just trudge on alone, surviving in solitude?
Ian also knew that, barring accidents, the Terra Cradle would shatter in two hundred million years.
But leaving aside whether humanity could endure until then, even if they could, it was not as though there were no solutions.