Its anger was as hot as a volcanic eruption, but was soon replaced by deep worry:
"Other apostles... they won’t understand our emotions... if they see your other half..."
Nari knew the nature of other apostles too well.
Greedy, ruthless, seeing everything as a resource to exploit.
They would never tolerate someone monopolizing such a special "treasure."
"They will take you away... they will hurt you... no, Mother absolutely won’t let that happen!"
A terrifying pressure began to emanate from Nari, a natural reaction of an innate apostle in anger.
The seawater started to boil fiercely, and the surrounding reality structure subtly distorted.
"Mother has a way to protect you."
Its voice became firm, filled with the determination of a mother battling to protect her children:
"Chaos storm... Mother can create a huge chaos storm..."
Through consciousness sharing, the puppet could sense the terrible power contained within Nari.
It was a forbidden ability capable of stirring primordial chaos, enough to distort the reality rules of large areas in a short time.
"In the storm... except for Mother and baby... no other existence can act and perceive normally inside... not even Supreme Apostles..."
This information made Ron’s heartbeat quicken in the fourth layer, it was the perfect cover he needed!
"But..."
The puppet continued conveying Ron’s carefully designed concern:
"The main body worries... if both bodies grow stronger... would the favor fed back to Mother be too much... causing a burden on Mother’s body..."
This naive concern only made Nari more moved.
Tears began flowing from its huge eyes, those tears congealing into precious abyssal essence, sparkling in the seawater:
"My baby is so considerate! Actually worrying about Mother’s body!"
Its voice was filled with maternal joy and pride:
"But baby doesn’t need to worry, the more favor, the happier Mother is! Mother’s body is strong, it can fully bear more favor!"
Nari paused, its voice becoming more excited:
"Moreover... if the favor can be doubled... Mother’s spirit will become more stable!
Then Mother can take better care of baby, and can better protect baby from all other bad ones!"
This pure reaction to the extreme made Ron unable to resist showing a slight bitter smile.
Nari’s naivety made all his prepared plans utterly useless; it supports any request from the "child" without reservation.
"Mother will go prepare now!"
Nari’s voice became urgent, its massive body began rolling on the seabed:
"Quick, tell Mother where your main body is now? Mother wants to bring you back home! Keep you together forever, never apart!"
......
Meanwhile, in the reception hall of the Abyssal Observation Station, the atmosphere was tense as if calm before the storm.
Chloe sat on a specially made divination chair, her face covered with black silk and appearing extremely pale under the magic crystal lamp’s light.
In front of her, precious divination tools brought from the Astrology Association emitted ominous glimmers.
The "Celestial Sphere" floated in mid-air, clouds of nebulae inside roiling like living things, sometimes condensing into vague shapes, sometimes dispersing like smoke.
Those fogs kept changing colors.
Sometimes a deep purple, sometimes blood-red, occasionally flashing a streaks of silvery white.
But this time was not a typical divination ceremony.
Facing such a significant life-or-death decision, Chloe needed to utilize the highest secret skills of the Astrology Association—"Fork of Destiny."
"Professor Uther."
Chloe’s voice was as light as a feather, but the seriousness within made the entire room quiet.
"This divination requires your assistance. I need to borrow your Void Remains’ stabilizing field to resist potential rebound from the destiny torrent."
Her fingers lightly stroked the surface of the "Celestial Sphere," feeling the ancient power within.
Uther’s shadow slowly nodded, his expression more solemn than usual.
Silvery light began weaving around Chloe into a complex protective network.
Each strand of light was soft like silk but contained enough power to resist most supernatural attacks.
"Also... Miss Uphemia..."
Chloe turned to Uphemia standing beside, with palpable reluctance in her voice:
"I need a drop of your blood as a divination medium. Since you claim to be involved in the rescue, I must confirm what impact you will have on this action."
Uphemia’s face subtly changed.
As the "masterpiece" meticulously crafted by the King of Blood, her blood contained too many secrets that mustn’t see the light.
But under the current circumstances, refusing this request was tantamount to self-incrimination.
However, Father had taken certain protective measures, should be fine... perhaps...
"Of course."
She tried to maintain a graceful smile, taking out the ornate blood-red dagger from her bosom:
"For the Ron Wizard’s safety, such a small cooperation is not worth mentioning."
The white-haired witch’s movements were swift, but an attentive observer could notice her wrists’ slight trembling.
The dagger streaked across the fingertips, a few drops of blood slowly dripped into the crystal container Chloe prepared.
No sooner had the blood touched the container’s bottom than violent mutations began.
The originally transparent as water crystal container instantly turned a deep, ominous dark red, deeper and grimmer than the blood’s own color.
Chloe’s "Celestial Sphere" crystal began to tremble violently.