In the center of the Tower of Trial, the Undead Dragon, focused on studying soul reincarnation, noticed Kana once again arriving without any warning.
"How do you have time to come here now? I get updates from the channel every day, aren't you in the midst of a full-scale war? Every day, many people's consciousnesses return here, and the numbers are increasing. I thought you'd be too busy for this."
Hearing the inquiry from the Undead Dragon, Kana glanced at it without immediately responding.
"Everyone has their duties, and I can't intervene lightly, just as the Evil Rat won't act rashly at a time like this. The Night Watchers will fight bravely, and I have to prepare for more long-term matters."
"Like what?" the Undead Dragon pressed.
Kana didn't speak, only raised a hand slightly. A silver upright fork began to slowly grow from the ground, under the intertwining of blood threads and fluorescence, gradually forming a door-like object crafted from intertwining roots.
