This time, the two of them easily pushed open the main gate.
The heavy stone doors scraped against the ground with a dull rumble, stirring up a little dust.
The moment they stepped into the depths of the great tomb, they saw Cyrene's memory echo. The figure was made of faint light, quietly flickering in the dim surroundings.
"Hi, did you miss me?"
At that moment, Cyrene had her back to them, looking up at the enormous device before her.
The device was composed of countless unknown metals and crystals, its surface flowing with a faint, shadowy sheen.
She seemed to be speaking to someone.
"Just kidding. This is the first time [I] have come before you..."
From Yan Huan's perspective, the massive device emitted a dull, rhythmic sound, its cold mechanical voice echoing through the empty space:
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Hearing this, Cyrene lowered her head, a bitter curve tugging at the corner of her lips.
"Looks like it's also the last time."
Dan Heng stared at Cyrene's somewhat slender back and murmured to Yan Huan beside him.
"It seems this isn't the Mimi you know..."
"Could it be the Cyrene from the past?"
At that moment, the Scepter was still broadcasting in a voice utterly devoid of emotion.
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After pausing for a moment, Cyrene seemed to make up her mind and continued, her voice gentle yet firm.
"Since time is limited, shall we begin right away?"
She summoned that familiar storybook, her fingertips gently brushing across its cover, a faint smile on her face.
"As always, I'll read this book to you."
"That way, it will no longer be the memory of [Cyrene] alone."
The Scepter ignored Cyrene's voice and continued