Almost at the same moment, in an unknown dimension far away from the Herta Space Station, inside a bizarre space constructed from data streams and shadows:
"Elio saw new ripples," Kafka said, leaning gracefully against a floating seat, her fingertips entwining with invisible threads of information. Her voice was lazy yet carried a penetrating insight. "That coordinate marked as the 'variable'—'Teyvat'—the 'Path' it bears has just collided with a powerful external observational force. The scales of destiny... have begun to tilt." A trace of playfulness flashed in her scarlet eyes, as if she were watching the premiere of a meticulously choreographed play.
Beside her, Silver Wolf's virtual projection flickered at high speed, countless torrents of code surging at her fingertips. On the screen before her frantically danced the signal analysis data streams stolen in reverse from the Herta Space Station, along with Welt's preliminary conclusions. "A distress signal? Hmph, troublesome." Silver Wolf curled her lip, her fingers tapping faster in the void as she tried to trace backward along that faint signal to its source coordinate. "Let me see which corner of the universe this crying 'Teyvat' is hiding in... Huh?"
Chapter 197