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Hathor Maat returned to his cabin, but did not immediately begin praying.

He first meditated until he had restored himself to his optimal state, then drew his ornate scimitar.

With his left hand holding the funerary urn, he strode quickly through the room, while his right hand whipped the scimitar through the air at high speed, rapidly laying down the "Euclidean Sigil."

Inside the funerary urn, the ashes of the Remembrancer Callista Orestes drifted up in the absence of any wind, flashing with dazzling light.

The Dreamwalker's eyes sharpened. He accelerated the "Euclidean Sigil" as quickly as he could.

The glittering cloud-mist blazed in gorgeous brilliance and rose upward, just about to slam into the porcelain urn, when it suddenly scattered and fell like dust and sand.

After Hathor felt the power of the Great Ocean recede like the tide, he let out a long breath.

For the first time, he felt that losing power was reassuring.

Hathor knelt with the funerary urn in his hands and prayed to the Black Emperor.

When he had recited the prayer for the third time, black mist surged up and swallowed Hathor.

Hathor raised the funerary urn. "My Lord, I have fulfilled Your oracle."

He felt as though something was surging within the ashes, and even the porcelain urn in his hands was growing somewhat hot.

The Black Emperor, enthroned high upon The Throne, raised a hand, and the funerary urn flew up and landed in his palm.

Light and shadow flickered in Nimrod's eyes. A shifting crimson giant, bearing hatred that reached the heavens, churned and spiraled within them.

It threw back its head and roared, a sea of blazing flames steaming upward, as if it meant to destroy everything.

He knew that this soul fragment of Magnus was the side of