Immediately afterward, the Judgement Knight who had infiltrated this place followed in Triss's footsteps and watched her cut her palm, letting her blood drip down to open the enormous Saint Mourning-Hughie Fal Gate.
In an instant, simulated starlight illuminated countless dark-gold inscriptions.
The vast tomb chamber hidden within a spatial fissure abruptly appeared before his eyes like a Data Projection.
The sight was immensely shocking.
So, at the time, he immediately activated the miniature recording device hidden behind his lenses.
Yet, as though they had sensed that he was recording them, some dark-gold words that had been twisting and crawling motionlessly across the murals suddenly released a tremendous buzzing sound within his mind.
They had nearly killed him.
"That is also why I failed to record any intelligence data.
"Bishop, I can guarantee that nothing I said has been fabricated."
At this moment,
Andrew leaned against the dormitory wall.
As he spoke those words, he could even feel blood beginning to seep from the corners of his eyes again.
Even so, he merely tore open the gauze on the table, fiercely wrapped it around the wound, and continued recalling what had happened:
When Triss began conversing with the countless entities in the shadows, sounds somewhere between an organ and the cries of deep-sea whales suddenly flooded the entire space.
"Your Excellency Bishop, those sounds..."
Amid the static of the communicator, Andrew's deliberately lowered voice carried a faint tremor.
"They perfectly matched the resonant frequency of the divine revelation from Origin Year."
Even so,
as he spoke of these events, his finger drew a blood-red line across the tactical tablet.
Those bloody traces connected Triss's route to the underground catacombs beneath the basilica.
The next second,
he once again felt as though some enormous life-form was observing him.
Andrew's right hand