No one knew how long had passed. Perhaps it had only been an instant, perhaps a very long time. That warm power slowly subsided like a receding tide, fully merging into the depths of Grey Wolf's body and soul. He could no longer distinctly feel it, yet it seemed to have become a part of him, as natural as breathing.
Grey Wolf jolted awake and found himself still standing safely in the Invention Room. Everything that had just happened felt like nothing more than a brief nap and a vivid dream.
"Eh? That's it?"
"Doesn't feel like anything special happened?"
He looked down at his paws, clenched them, then scratched his head in confusion.
But in the next moment, a strange, indescribable "sensation" quietly surfaced in his heart.
It was neither sight nor sound. It was more like an intuition, a faint "ripple" that seemed to come from an unimaginably distant place.
The ripple seemed to carry blurry fragments of images and emotions.
There was despair, anxiety, stubborn unwillingness, and a familiar presence that made his heart tremble slightly.
Was it Pleasant Goat?
No, not entirely.
There was also the helplessness of another "him"?
The feeling vanished in a flash, so quickly that Grey Wolf thought he had imagined it.
"What was that just now...?"
Grey Wolf froze for a moment, then suddenly realized something. His eyes flew wide open.
"Could that have been a call? It came so soon?"
He immediately became both nervous and excited, pacing back and forth through the Invention Room.
"What do I do? What do I do? This king hasn't even prepared any gadgets yet."
"For my first 'watch,' I have to win beautifully!"
"I need to think of the coolest entrance! I need to prepare my lines too."
Though he kept muttering these