Amoen, the Giant Stag's corpse still quietly floated in the dark, boundless space of the shadow realm, surrounded by shattered boulders and ancient starship metal fragments, like a mountain-sized divine corpse, silent and still, as everything appeared normal.
Gawain's gaze passed through the windows and protective barriers, fixed on the divine corpse emanating a gentle glow in the darkness, yet the voice in his mind did not resurface.
The voice earlier seemed like a hallucination, but Gawain was a hundred percent sure he heard it, and his intuition told him that it indeed came from the outside—from the direction of Amoen, the Giant Stag.
Amber was the first to notice the anomaly over here. She immediately ran up to Gawain, jumping and waving her hand in front of his eyes, "Hey, hey! What's wrong with you? Why do you suddenly look so scary?"
Gawain grabbed Amber's waving paw, staring seriously into her eyes, "Did you hear any sound just now?"
