These Sympathists might as well rename themselves the Riddlers, Leon grumbled inwardly.

Then again, they obviously were not going to answer all of Leon's questions. Among more than ten thousand minds, there was bound to be at least one with a sick sense of humor.

But their response also made one thing clear: whatever had been forged from that spherical mold was very important to them.

Important enough that they absolutely could not let Leon know what it was meant for.

As he was thinking, Cloti continued:

"The forging work here is nearly complete. We're about to leave, Mr. Leon. Do you want to keep tangling with us, or shall we end things here for today?"

Leon would not gain any advantage by dragging this out further.