His gaze narrowed, and a flurry of thoughts passed through his mind in an instant.
At this moment, Laine's fingers had even reached into the side of his robe, touching another leaf of the Divine Tree.
If he wished, he could destroy the nascent Divine Artifact in its cradle and then bring back the Fates in another way.
But after a brief pause, Laine ultimately abandoned this plan.
As a being divided in humanity, he could not accurately grasp the changes in the Spirit Realm at this moment.
Or rather, even the remaining sensitivity was not necessarily a good thing. Because it proved that the split in his humanity was not as perfect as imagined—of course, Laine had known this a long time ago.
In any case, after the initial shock had passed, Laine regained his calm.
He had worried too much; a single Divine Artifact was far from sufficient to shake the foundation of the Spirit Realm, let alone strip the digested sustenance from Its body.
