The Spirit Book fell silent.
It could sense the intense and incredulous gazes from everyone, with Igor's gaze being the most distinct.
At this moment, it didn't have the heart to think about taking revenge on Igor or anything. After all, Lord Soron's last wisp of residual thought had just appeared. Although it was brief, it meant that Lord Soron's final vision was also realized on this continent.
It, a Spirit Book, as the embodiment of Lord Soron's Spirit Power, felt obligated to explain what had just happened to everyone here.
So, without waiting for anyone to ask, it naturally knew what to say.
"Ahem," it cleared its throat before speaking; indeed, it was a bit tired. That moment of being possessed by Lord Soron's residual thought was indeed exhausting.
"What on earth happened?" Igor was already impatient.
The Spirit Book thought to itself, young one, you can't hold your horses, unlike the others who aren't as eager as you.
