He realized that he had made the same mistake as the professors: he had never considered what the Oil Snake itself wanted.
But in the current situation, there truly was not much time to think it over.
At this point, the Oil Snake's wishes were no longer important. It was like a child whose life, from kindergarten to college entrance exams, had all been arranged by its parents.
It had no right to object.
Because in its parents' eyes, it was ignorant and incapable of managing itself.
"Once it becomes a god, it'll understand that we were doing this for its own good." That was probably the mindset.
Aurora, in fact, had also been doing her best to instill that idea into the Oil Snake.
But whether the Oil Snake itself would appreciate that was another matter. Moreover, Dark and the others had no idea what it would feel like to forge a divine spark, whether it would be painful, or whether there would be any side effects.
All their fantasies about the "process of becoming a god" were merely assumptions based on their own understanding.
No one knew what would actually happen. Thus, it was not only the Oil Snake itself that felt uneasy. Even Aurora, who was responsible for soothing it, felt uneasy. How could someone who was uneasy herself calm another's unease? But time was no longer on their side.
There was no time left.
At half past six, the people present split into three groups.
Professor Sylph, Professor Jones, and Professor Medea formed one group.
Professor Lily, Ophelia, Professor Harvey, and Sister Callian formed another group.
Dark, Oli, Chris, Trina, Angri, Eve, and Aurora formed the third group.
The three groups stood at the three corners of an equilateral triangle.
Professor Kazel and Ergane personally oversaw