On the way back from the library, Ybur happened to check the live broadcast of the Behemoth battle and surprisingly, it seemed the fight had paused—the two behemoths were covered in wounds, licking their injuries silently from a distance. It looked like their stamina was finally failing to keep up after such a prolonged battle. This was good news; it meant the Behemoth's combat might soon cease, and the day of reset was drawing near.
Ybur pushed the door open and entered Afu Jiala's room, where she was lying on a sofa reading a book, her feet propped up on the edge, and a slipper hanging precariously from her toes, as if it might fall off at any moment. Hearing him, she glanced over somewhat displeased, "Why did you morph into me again when you went out?"
Ybur hesitated, "I couldn't just crawl out, could I? Besides, whose form should I have taken, Lady Hidden Moon?"
Afu Jiala was startled, "Are you out of your mind!"