"Cyanotype, I'm sorry to disappoint you but, I think I won't get any new horns this time."
"Aww."
"The enlightenment, it's still ongoing?" The infinity serpent leaned forward, genuinely wondering what kind of new power that the Ouroboros of Neamh would acquire. "As many times as I look at the angelic runes, I still vivify myself to a lengthened extent."
"Ouroboros, you can't decipher the xeno-formation?" MF wryly smiled as she gazed to the edge light of her frame. Waiting for something to happen within her body.
"Fufufu, as wise as I must be, my way of information acquisition, and problem solving capability is still far unrefined in comparison to yours, Ouroboros of Neamh.
"Only those who acquired the connection or soul latched by the mark of approval could see and perceive the hidden contraption behind their magnificent work. Even though we're already one, the halo only approved your soul as its bearer."
