As Raven lifted her cellphone, Huai Shi quickly leaned in to scrutinize it, his eyes widening in disbelief.
"American bison having trouble giving birth? Urgent recruitment for support personnel across the territory…" He stared blankly for a long moment, completely failing to process it. "Are they asking me to deliver a calf?"
"..."
Raven stared at him as if he were an idiot for a long time before she finally sighed, unable to hold it back any longer. "I meant the line below that!"
Huai Shi's expression twitched. His gaze dropped, and then his brow furrowed.
"The Witch's Night is coming? What in the world is that?"
"A belated funeral for a Creator."
Raven said indifferently, "Forty-one years ago, a Creator died while exploring the Abyss. The laws and theorems she had created in her lifetime, once freed from her soul, began a slow ascent.
