Annan realized... to the Sirens, the boundary between gods and mortals didn't seem so distinct.
Rather than the strength of the soul, what apparently mattered more was uniqueness... or rather, whether it was interesting or not.
This might also indirectly indicate that the power of the Sirens indeed could influence real gods—after all, when the Sirens were born, the gods of this world had not yet been referred to as "gods."
The Sirens were, in a way, also considered daughters of the night, sisters to Yawen.
But Annan wasn't so sure.
Because Qintiao's reactions and words were beyond his comprehension.
Annan even felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.
Because he always felt that Qintiao seemed to want to crack open his skull and suck out his brain...
"I won't go back yet, and you can't seal me away..."
Qintiao flew around Annan twice before finally settling above him, flapping her wings and letting out a pleasant chirping sound.
"Prepare the 'Sinner's Soul' again."
