"Alright, hurry up and put it away!"
Five pairs of eyes stared fixedly at the black light on the thrush raven, deeply memorizing the aura they had longed for, the Omnia Cicada moved its gaze away with great effort, speaking expressionlessly:
"Transcendence or not... it's just that! Even if you truly transcend, it's merely about not being restricted by various powers and truths, truly escaping from the root to exist forever. It's not much stronger than the grace bestowed by {Father} to us.
Not to mention, you're not truly transcended yet, you've only taken a tiny step down this path, a small step closer to the finish line than us. When {Father} handles the root affairs and resumes action, we will catch up soon enough, nothing to be proud of."
After this sour evaluation, the Omnia Cicada, back facing the Pure White Land, said with an unusually unpleasant expression:
"Compared to the mere small step of the thrush raven, our current priority should be the issue of the Food God...
