"This didn't happen just today; from a month ago, the All-knowing Weaver had the Gospel call on all available resources to analyze and calculate the Sky Gate... but today seems to be the deadline, so the Gospel System is willing to pay the price of social paralysis to complete the Weaver's task."
"Even so, of the three Sky Gates, two went wrong, and 'Dark Poem' has been shredded by spatial turbulence."
'Dark Poem' is indeed the Mercury's legend. The Mercury Clan Leader's face looked as unpleasant as a blob of ink, but he still forced out a wrinkled smile and said with great difficulty: "Working for the Weaver is the honor of the Mercury family."
These Higher-ups, who even dared to use sarcasm to pressure Diya, were now quietly digesting the information. After a while, someone asked softly: "When will the Gospel System recover then?"
"Hmm..."
In fact, it could recover by tomorrow; Diya was just about to speak, but the Black Butler and White Queen suddenly had new thoughts.
