A target?
As the man spoke with such fervor, Reilo couldn't help being swept up in his emotions. His gaze drifted out the window as he thought of a suitable target.
Meanwhile.
After wandering the central street of the Grand Natural Sciences Academy for a long while, Unnamed seemed shaken by the flourishing academic climate of the wasteland era on display. The new generation of young scholars were no longer constrained by theological beliefs. They freely discussed all kinds of new academic theories, and even blasphemous remarks about dissecting the Creator of Light could be heard everywhere. They seemed to regret the upheaval in Aurora, Middle Earth. These young wasteland scholars, like newborn calves unafraid of tigers, seemed unable to understand how theological beliefs had once suppressed scientific reason. They constantly spouted all manner of outrageous, arrogant claims that he would once have found unbelievable.
"It seems the times really have changed, Reilo Gubo!"
Light gleamed in Unnamed's skeletal eye sockets.
He took a deep breath, produced his Crystal Ball, and called someone he had not contacted in a long time. It was Reilo.
But after waiting a long while, the other party still didn't accept the call, and Unnamed frowned slightly.
"Hmph. Now that you're supposedly a Guardian of the Foundation of Reason, are you so far above an old friend like me that you won't even take my call?"
A flash of malice passed through the once-bright eyes of Unnamed's skull-like face.
But he quickly suppressed it.
After a moment's thought, he called someone else through his Crystal Ball. The connection came through quickly, and the face of a solemn, startled man appeared in the Crystal Ball's light.
"It's you?"
The man on the Crystal Ball's screen was Orn.
He had just finished discussing personnel matters with