"Ah ah ah! No, I don't want that kind of thing, hmm hmm hmm!"
At this moment, on this barren planet, only the place where Emhardt resides has grown many tangible flowers and grasses. They thrive under the rays emitted by other stars crafted by Aoyun, and of course, their ability to survive is primarily attributed to the Holy Object forged by Gabriel, which has surrounded this area, creating a secret base in the deep space.
This was Gabriel's favorite pastime before he succumbed to madness, the Wisdom Angel who loved exploring knowledge often observed and contemplated in the boundless deep space, and many books in the Wisdom Vortex were completed during such processes.
In past times, this place was always quiet, except at this moment when there's a crybaby, Emhardt.
