"You continue your work and wait for my message."
After saying this, Tear Flesh immediately cut off the communication between the two Mage Towers, pacing around in his own "bedroom" with complex excitement.
At this moment, the attacks from the Transia People, the threats from Plague Town, the shifting control over the marshes, and other issues were all cast out of his mind.
Ever since returning from the Land of Creation, Tear Flesh became increasingly indifferent to these "mundane" matters; it was like a young person who had tasted the forbidden fruit, with his entire heart fixated on that irresistible, transcendent existence.
After several minutes of contemplation, ensuring all plans were considered, Tear Flesh picked up the pearl bracelet used to contact the explorer.
He activated the device and patiently waited for the other party's response, wondering what that damn explorer was doing in the sacred Land of Creation.
Was he studying the obscure knowledge left by the creator?
