Ye Ting looked at the two unusually shaped spears crafted according to the memories in his mind, then glanced at Nike and Jing Ke.
He had originally intended to speak the names from his memories, but a thought suddenly struck him.
"Since you two will be wielding these spears, why not let you name them?"
With that, he looked at the two of them expectantly.
Gazing at the gorgeous lance before her, Nike hesitated for a moment before saying, "I remember there was once a pantheon on the British Isles—roughly three hundred years ago, Zeus, eager to gain more believers, expanded the boundaries of his divine domain northwestward. There, he encountered a people called the Celts and their gods. Unable to withstand Zeus's power, that pantheon led its followers away, apparently crossing the sea to settle on the British Isles.
Since this lance will be used on those islands, I shall name it in the language of that pantheon and its followers. Then, this spear shall be called Rhongomyniad."
"Rhongomyniad? That's a wonderful name."
The others all praised Nike's choice of name.
Only Ye Ting's eyes revealed a flicker of realization.
Sure enough, this "holy anchor," meant to fix the planet's reverse side and surface side in place, to nail the world of primates onto the planet's surface, and to stabilize the two spaces through an anchor created by the planet itself, had still been given its original name.
Or rather, names such as Rhongomyniad, Longinus, Gungnir, and Valentin would always appear in corresponding forms across Earth's parallel worlds.
The convergence of world lines was terrifying indeed.
He said nothing about it, merely nodding in agreement before looking expectantly at Jing Ke.
Under everyone's gaze, the sword-wielding girl awkwardly shrank her neck and began thinking rapidly.
Fortunately, aside from her