"Did it work?"
"Halfway, I suppose."
"What does that mean?"
"She can indeed create things according to her consciousness, but there are flaws."
Trazyn showed Orikan an image, isolating a humanoid creature that looked like a sheep and dissecting its outer skin and internal skeletal structure.
"She created many of these things, but unfortunately, she could only imagine half of them at a time. When her attention was focused on the exterior, the inside was empty. When she considered the inside, the exterior was missing. In the end, she made a whole pile of horrifying monsters."
Trazyn sighed. He recalled just how troublesome those things Bai Huan called "Pleasant Goats" had been. These Subjective One creations, like two-dimensional images, were utterly incompatible with reality. Even the laws of physics did not apply between them.
"Subjective Ones can't meticulously conceive something that conforms to their way of thinking, because their brains can't support that many details for long. Like an afterimage in instantaneous memory, they only retain a rough outline."
"Then why do you think the King brought the two of us along? The armies under our command are still too... insignificant." Orikan tapped the star staff in his hand in puzzlement.
"Maybe because you and I are familiar with the Subjective One. I once took her sightseeing and drew her attention elsewhere, while you cleaned up after us. Hahaha!"
"...When I get back, I'll erase your museum, even if I have to use the Brilliant Star Map."
"...You old bastard."
"Likewise."
"Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!"
After sneezing more than a dozen times in a row, Lin Fan's hand, which covered his mouth, was covered in spittle.
The violent, uninterrupted sneezing brought Farsight and Shadowsun's argument to an end. They turned to look at Lin Fan, who was shaking his head,