"So you say," the repulsion temporarily ceased.
"Did the Radish God really not know at the start? It has produced so many offspring; even a Spirit Plant as lowly as a radish should have some peculiar providence, right?"
"Some things are better left unknown," the Prism Crystal simply said, "Knowing would bring pain. Perhaps it knows, perhaps it doesn't... It will always act according to its own wishes."
In the world of dreams, the distinction between life and death was indeed difficult to define. The Dreamweaving Net was binding it, but wasn't it also exploiting the Dreamweaving Net for its own purposes?
After responding, it sent Song He out.
Once Song He's figure had disappeared, the Prism Crystal silently reveled in the gathering and rising Divine Power, staring at the still unbroken Dreamweaving Net and let out a brief sneer.
It was unclear whom it was mocking.
...
Outside.
In Song He's hands was the radish, greeted by everyone's inquiries and welcome:
"Have you got it?"
