There was no telling whether Puppet was genuinely delighted or mocking Miwang's inability to do anything to it despite being one of the Three Gods of the Red Moon.
"All right, all right, your lord can hardly wait. Hurry up."
The more Puppet spoke like that, the angrier Miwang became. He gripped the Puppet Projection's body and flew swiftly toward the Red Moon.
At the highest point in the heavens, somewhere between illusion and reality, lay the Red Moon's reflection grounds.
This was the Red Moon's true body, and the place where the Red Moon's will truly gathered.
It was also the birthplace of the divinity of the Three Gods of the Red Moon.
"My Lord, I have brought it."
"Very good, Miwang. You have done very well. Do not doubt, and do not be angry. Everything I have done has been to welcome the arrival of a new age, an age that truly belongs to us. All of this is merely a prelude. The answer will soon be revealed."
Hearing the Red Moon say this, Miwang froze for a moment.
How long had it been since the Red Moon had spoken to him with this attitude?
A long time. Far too long.
He had thought...
Those few words swiftly restored Miwang's confidence. He nodded firmly and dropped to one knee.
"I heed My Lord's will. I am My Lord's shield."
Full Moon was the Red Moon's blade.
Flying Feather was the Red Moon's wings.
And the last of them, Miwang, was naturally the Red Moon's shield.
These were the duties of the three gods.
As the Red Moon's final guardian, Miwang had always remained high in the heavens, protecting the Red Moon's true body.
His efforts had finally received a response.
Was there anything more worth celebrating than this?