A few days later.
The two Nameless were once again invited to the Genesis Vortex Heart by Mydei.
"Aglaea, forgive my bluntness, but this trial has gone on far too long."
Mydei looked at Aglaea, his expression full of concern.
Aglaea remained silent. She merely turned slowly and looked toward Tine.
"My teacher, what insight do you have?"
Tine clasped her hands before her chest and closed her eyes, carefully sensing her surroundings.
"The Vortex Core's flow is difficult to discern. There are only fragments of words and distant battle cries..."
Aglaea asked, "Is that Phainon's voice?"
"I don't know." Tine shook her head. "It's hard to hear clearly..."
Suddenly, she froze.
Her expression quickly turned panicked.
"...Ah, aah!"
Castorice asked worriedly, "Lord Tine?"
Tine's delicate brows furrowed slightly.
"Xiao Bai's voice... has been cut off."
"The things in the trial are like the sun... He's going to be burned to a crisp...!"
Hearing this, Aglaea slowly sighed and looked at everyone again.
"So we've reached this point after all..."
Mydei clenched his fists and stepped forward. "What do you mean?"
Aglaea said solemnly:
"Prepare yourself, Mydeimos."
"Are we changing people now?" Yan Huan asked.
"A backup plan." Mydei explained, "If anything goes wrong, we'll drag him out."
"Aglaea, as agreed, I'll intervene in the trial and rescue your Savior."
After thinking for a moment, he added, "...But that's all."
Aglaea nodded.
"Of course. I won't ask for more at this point."
The implication was that she did not expect Mydei to inherit the divine seat of Strife. She only wanted Phainon to come out alive.
"Hmph, good." Mydei looked at Yan Huan and Dan Heng.
"Then, to make thorough preparations, I hope the two warriors from a distant land can lend me a hand as well."
Having the Nameless