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"Why have you gone quiet?"
The Outer Deity's gaze swept across the faces of the Amons who had been whispering among themselves, and he asked with genuine curiosity, "Weren't you having a great time talking just now? Tell me about it. Let me hear how you plan to deceive Klein."
The Amons fell silent as though someone had collectively muted them. Even their expressions froze, as if they had been paused.
"Stop calling out to your main body in your minds."
The Outer Deity pinched his right eye socket, adjusting the Monocle made of beast bone. "Here, your prayers won't reach Amon himself. Don't waste your efforts. You can't escape anyway, so why not just tell me what you're thinking?"
The female resident opened her mouth. "Why should we tell you?"
"Because you have no other choice right now." He flashed a nasty smile he had just learned from the Amons' faces. "Do you?"
"Who exactly are you?"
Another Amon asked quietly, "There weren't any Mythical Creatures like you on the Eastern Continent before. Where did you come in from?"
Frequently shifting his attention quickly also meant easily losing interest in whatever was before him. After these few exchanges with the Amons, he felt his patience rapidly running out.
"Why should I tell you?"
The Amons fell silent again. They exchanged glances, and after a moment, the Moon City resident with a tumor growing on his neck suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly. Then he looked around, his expression somewhat puzzled.
"What are you all doing?"
"Huh? Why isn't the Oracle continuing his story... When did he finish? Did I fall asleep?"
Perhaps his memory had been altered, or perhaps the Amon parasitizing him was acting. He scratched his hair in chagrin, seemingly feeling that being inattentive, or even failing