"This is the root of the tree god. You promised to manifest mine." Awuli said.
Ange nodded for the seventh time, which was no different from the first time. On the contrary, Nigris was impatient and said angrily: "I know, I know, you have said it eight hundred times."
Awuli tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said seriously: "Not eight hundred times, you promised to manifest me."