Lin Ye carefully observed Mephistopheles as the Perfect Creation Scepter helped him sense her true intentions. After some analysis, he confirmed that Mephistopheles truly bore no ill will.
"Then, Mephistopheles, welcome to my universe." Lin Ye extended his hand. "I accept your request for protection, and I look forward to working with you."
Mephistopheles took Lin Ye's hand, gratitude gleaming in her eyes. "Thank you, Lin Ye. I swear that I will do everything in my power to help you stand against the Alliance's threat."
Aristothos watched this scene, his heart filled with conflicting emotions. He began to question whether the beliefs he had upheld all along were truly right.
"Lin Ye." Aristothos's voice grew complicated. "If everything Mephistopheles said is true, then the Alliance has indeed strayed from its original ideals."
Lin Ye looked at him. "Do you understand now? The real threat isn't me, but those rulers who will stop at nothing to preserve their power."
Under the healing of Lin Ye's creation power, Mephistopheles's injuries completely healed, and color returned to her face. She rose, straightened her tattered Starry Sky Robe, then gave Lin Ye an elegant transdimensional salute.
The salute was exceptionally complex. Her hands traced special paths through the air, every movement carrying ripples of spacetime. The entire process lasted more than ten seconds, fully displaying the respect shown toward the strong in Transdimensional Space.
"Thank you for saving me, great Complete Creator." Mephistopheles's voice was crisp and pleasant, carrying a special rhythm that seemed able to cross time and space. "I am Mephistopheles, a wanderer of spacetime from the Fringe Void Zone of Transdimensional Space."
The Fringe Void Zone was one of the most dangerous regions in Transdimensional Space. Time and space were chaotic there, filled with all kinds of conceptual fragments and abandoned