In short, with only four vials of "Origin Divinity" remaining, the "Soul of the Moon God" suddenly no longer seemed so impatient.
It stopped, its gaze still resting on the four test tubes. But its eyes were somewhat unfocused, clearly not paying attention, as though it were pondering something.
There was almost no other sound in the hall.
Even the maids held their breath and watched, waiting for it to continue. They merely pondered the reason for the "Soul of the Moon God's" behavior, guessing why it had stopped to think.
Dark was equally curious.
But he did not use the connection of their Soul Bond to peer into the "Soul of the Moon God's" thoughts.
Past experience told him that the "Soul of the Moon God" was very likely in some kind of state of "enlightenment."
From a false thing to a real one, from a Magic Spirit to a god.
The process between the two could not possibly be completed simply by absorbing "Origin Divinity."
There had to be some more obvious, fundamental shift in its underlying logic. Dark believed that the "Soul of the Moon God" was likely comprehending some kind of rule, laying the foundation for forging its divine spark.
His guess was not wrong.
Waves of divinity, varying in intensity, gradually emanated from the "Soul of the Moon God." These uncontrolled, irregular fluctuations meant that some entirely new power was being generated within it.
The "Soul of the Moon God" pondered for about three minutes. Only after those three minutes had passed did it raise its hand again and reach for the fourth test tube.
The "Origin Divinity" within the test tube had turned into a silver-white liquid, rippling faintly beneath the radiance.
The "Soul of the Moon God" brought the test tube before its