Naga's gaze swept across the vast, empty hall—the towering dome vanished into the Gray Fog, while the surrounding pillars bore weathered yet still majestic bronze reliefs depicting an ancient era long lost to time.
At the center of the hall, the only conspicuous things were an enormous bronze table and the twenty-two high-backed chairs arranged around it.
The chairs stood there coldly, as though they had never once been fully occupied.
"Amon" was not here.
She turned her gaze toward the seat at the head of the table. There sat a figure shrouded in faint Gray Fog, its form indistinct, with only its outline conveying an aura as tranquil and unfathomable as an abyss.
It was "Daoist Priest."
He had summoned her alone.
Most of her consciousness had withdrawn here, leaving her body in reality with only instinctive vigilance. That was somewhat dangerous, especially when she was still in a state where she could break into battle with someone at any moment.
Naga no longer greeted him as politely as she had in the past. Getting straight to the point, she asked in a low, direct voice, "Daoist Priest, what urgent matter made you summon me at this time? Please keep it brief. I don't have much time."
Daoist Priest did not waste words either. The outline within the Gray Fog seemed to lean forward slightly as he said evenly, "I hope you will abandon your revenge against humanity. That dam is of immense importance, tied to the survival of tens of millions of lives downstream."
Naga's phantom-like vertical pupils narrowed as she slowly shook her head. Emerald-gold light flickered within the mist. "Because of their interference, I lost Norton's authority. Such a loss and such fury cannot be soothed so easily."
"What if they are willing to compensate you