Named One and Named One

After a round of prayers, there was nothing else for them to do. They wished each other well before finally disconnecting from the Link.

Since the Link had been established, this was almost the loneliest it had ever been.

With Gwen and Beatrice's fates unknown, everyone left behind felt heavy-hearted.

After disconnecting from the Link, Theus sighed and chose to return as well.

Before long, Worker Theus's head gradually drooped, and all fell silent.

After quite a while, the still mist suddenly churned. The white fog that had always enveloped Theus abruptly cleared around him.

Like a breached dam, the mist spiraled toward one spot. Looking closely, it seemed to be a human figure.

White hair, white eyes—it was little Gwen.

With no support beneath her, she simply floated in midair. She glanced at Theus, slowly descended in front of him, and lightly touched the ground with her bare toes.

With her hands behind her back and curiosity written all over her face, she circled Theus several times before reaching out to gently touch Worker Theus's temple.

Theus's head tilted to one side. Like a lifeless puppet, he gave no response at all.

Gwen reached into the large hole in Theus's chest, as though inspecting a magic prop to see whether it was truly hollow.

"Impressive, impressive...

Gwen looked full of admiration. After examining him carefully, her body gradually floated upward again and vanished back into the mist.

Sunlight streamed down from above. Gwen's tiny body floated in the air, yet the shadow cast below was that of a gigantic, ferocious beast.

Something seemed to be wrapped around the horn atop the beast's head. Looking closely, it was several threads, their other ends wound around Theus's hand. If Theus had been there, he would surely have understood why the Link