"Wait a moment!" Consciousness Number Three continued shaking his head left and right, his brows tightly furrowed, arms crossed firmly over his chest as if wrestling with a stubborn thought that refused to settle. His expression showed deep concentration, bordering on irritation.
A full ten minutes passed in heavy silence. Finally, Consciousness Number Three extended his hand and produced a brilliantly radiant soul sphere. Then—whoosh—he thrust it forward toward the sapling. The sphere slipped through the surrounding barriers effortlessly, as if they barely existed, and soon reached Consciousness Number One without resistance.
Consciousness Number Three straightened up and stretched his stiff limbs. "Haaah~"
He then turned toward Consciousness Number Two, who was sprawled lazily on his back, eyes half-closed as he basked in the fresh, vibrant sunlight of Greenland, looking far too relaxed for the seriousness of the discussion.
