That evening, Aiden had a recreation room arranged and brought the mercury sphere into the room.
The room was located within the core area, covered by a barrier that sealed magic power, but the mercury sphere was still very energetic here.
Afterward, Aiden ordered someone to bring Presia from her cell to this room and personally inquired about relevant intelligence.
As soon as Presia saw the writhing mercury in the center of the room, she sighed in her heart—it turned out just as she had expected.
She understood the operating principles of Vila's mercury amalgam automaton; it was metal given life by the language of the gods, but the method of control remained based on Vila's ancient automaton technology, or in other words, black magic. This effect would be steadily devoured by Aiden's language of the gods.
"I'll just ask directly, you recognize this thing, don't you?" Aiden asked, pointing with his thumb at the mercury sphere busily gnawing on a pile of scrap metal.
