In the images displayed by the Recording Crystal, Link carefully tucked the commission into his robes and walked in the direction of the Empire.
Just as Linden was looking forward to seeing the fierce battle between the former Hero and the Demon King, the image suddenly split and stuttered, then turned completely blank.
The Recording Crystal was still operating, but there were no images anymore.
Clearly, the cracks on the crystal had still caused part of the footage to be lost.
Helpless, Marshal Puji went up and shut off the Recording Crystal, while the Projection Room had already fallen into chaos.
"Twenty-Two! Twenty-Two—wahhh—!"
Number Five was crying his heart out through the Mycelium Network, mushroom juice spilling all over the floor. At this rate, he was about to cry himself into dried mushroom.
Cave Four and Number Nine were denouncing the Hand of Passing for actually using such despicable methods, saying it was not glorious at all.
Cave Seven seemed to have put himself in the place of the Demon Race member crushed to death by Link, and was now curled up on the ground, twitching.
Number Ten rubbed his mushroom cap, no one knew what he was thinking.
In the corner, Thirteen stood up and applauded with his tentacles, expressing his respect to the God of Death.
As for Linden, to be honest, the contents of the Recording Crystal had not provided him with any new intelligence.
The God of Death needed souls carrying vast amounts of complex emotions to keep the Ark operating, so it was only reasonable that he would pull some little tricks—though of course, it was also pretty sordid.
No wonder the Hand of Passing clearly had the one and only True God standing behind it, yet had always developed in such a half-dead state.