A hint of doubt appeared on Isabella's beautiful half-face.
"Maggs, sending the Holy Disc to grant the Throne Seed is completely a futile effort."
Her tone carried obvious dissatisfaction:
"The Throne Seed that you personally extracted by expending your power, combined with the seeds generated by the significant power consumption of the other apostles.
Hundreds have been scattered over the millennia, yet there are hardly any who have even become ordinary apostles, let alone higher beings capable of becoming our companions."
Nas's nebulous body slightly fluctuated, and the eyes around his heart flickered with a complex light.
"I also agree with Isabella's point of view."
His voice was extremely harsh and unpleasant, interspersed with the crackling sounds of current:
"The timeline shows that the probability of success remains negligible. Why invest so much effort into this human?"
Maggs paused for a moment, and the black threads composing his body slightly trembled.
