Aha planted his hands on his hips, his signature grin stretching even wider as excitement flashed in his eyes. "Hohoho! So it's actually another kind of 'Order'? Hahahahaha! Interesting, far too interesting! So this is why that guy Taiyi chose him? This fellow really hid himself deep!" He slapped his thigh. "This level of power... tsk, tsk. He left ordinary Emanators of Order in the dust a long time ago!"
Stelle hugged her bat, her gaze fixed tightly on Cosmos's powerful and sacred figure. "Looks like that guy really is qualified to contend head-on with that obsessive maniac for the Aeon seat of 'Order.'"
"An Aeon?!"
March 7th whipped her head around, her pink hair almost flying up, her eyes wide as saucers. She looked at Cosmos, then at Aha and Stelle, her voice going shrill. "W-what do you mean by that?! What do you mean Mo Wang is going to become an Aeon?! No... isn't this moving way too fast?! Weren't we here to solve Penacony's trouble and, by the way, pick up... uh, help our friends? How did the script suddenly jump to fighting over a universe-level divine throne?!"
Her cry voiced what many of those present were thinking.
Firefly instinctively covered her mouth, her eyes filled with disbelief and worry. At that moment, Old Yang and Dan Heng only felt a headache coming on—especially Old Yang. He said in a low voice, "...Judging from the signs of power and the scale of Path resonance, Stelle and Aha's assessment... is probably not an exaggeration. It's just..." He thought of Mo Wang's usual flighty and often infuriating manner, then imagined what it would be like if the other party truly became the Aeon who governed the Path of "Order," and could not help but feel his temples throb with