[Pandora's Glory · Final Protocol · Existence Erasure Authority] The suffocating dark-purple light hung above the Outsider Sara Noga's "head" like a sword.
Pandora's seemingly casual yet unquestionable "invitation," accompanied by Iglanias's shamelessly fanatical praise and the Void Dragon's complicated, reluctant acknowledgment, hammered against Sara Noga's chaotic, ancient consciousness.
Its enormous body of geometric crystals trembled slightly, not out of fear, but because its mind—formed primarily from devouring instincts and fragments of C'tan consciousness—was struggling to process a situation far beyond its understanding.
Submit? To an individual? To something that looked like a little girl?
Its "gaze" turned with difficulty toward the distant Void Dragon and Iglanias.
These two ancient C'tan friends... had apparently both chosen submission?
At that moment, Iglanias moved.
Like a loyal dog that had been given a chance to perform, the energy starlight it had transformed into shot over to Pandora's side, then sent Sara Noga an extremely complicated, rapid, and highly "infectious" mental wave.
"My dear friend!" Iglanias's mental voice was so fawning it practically dripped honey. "What are you still hesitating for? Being noticed by Lady Pandora is a heaven-defying opportunity! Look at me! Look at Brother Dragon! Aren't we doing great? Follow Lady Pandora, eat and drink like kings, have fun to watch every day, and beat up those blind idiots! It's more than ten thousand times better than drifting aimlessly through the void like before, eating when we could, and always having to watch out for other bastards trying to stab us in the back!"
As it spoke, it rapidly circled Sara Noga, as if displaying the fruits of its "happy life."
"The Hilling Empire! Heard of it? Doesn't matter if you haven't! You only need to know that even C'tan like us can only be lackeys there... ah, no, important strategic