The blood-red eyes stared at Daniel.
"Did you tamper with it, or did you take it?" Daniel asked, his gaze fixed on the figure.
The figure didn't respond immediately but continued to stare at him. After a while, a mechanical voice replied,
"The God Emperor… that foolish man…"
It seemed that the speaker hadn't used their voice in ages. Daniel could tell they were adapting to speaking again, and their speech became increasingly fluid.
In their tone, Daniel detected a deep hatred for the God Emperor—an almost hysterical loathing.
The voice, unmistakably feminine, carried an eerie resonance.
"So, did you take it?" Daniel pressed.
The woman remained silent, as if lost in thought, then slowly responded.
In her hand was a glowing sphere, nearly identical to the one Daniel had found.
However, Daniel noticed something inside this sphere—a trace of the aura that the God Emperor had described, belonging to the destined one.