In the crumbling and collapsing hall, the last spatial structure of the "Kingdom" is rapidly disintegrating.
Erin climbed onto Yu Sheng's shoulder again, her little puppet grabbing his hair tightly as she spoke nervously, "Is this going to work... is this reasonable..."
Yu Sheng casually lifted the little creature down, "I don't know if it's reasonable, but if you keep pulling my hair, I won't let you sit on my shoulder anymore."
Erin was dangling by the back of her neck in Yu Sheng's grip, swinging back and forth, but perhaps because she had been held like this often recently, she seemed quite used to it, and looked ahead as she swayed.
Not far in front of them, in the center of the hall, stood a pile of ancient remains of unknown age—this used to be a massive computing host, but now its internal operations had ceased, leaving only a lot of wilted vines covering the host's damaged shell, and beside that pile of debris and vines, quietly leaned a small corpse.
