"Phew..." Watching Eraser Angel disappear from sight, Sno's legs went a little weak as he sat back down on the piano bench. He stared blankly into the distance. Although the final outcome had been gratifying, facing a God's earthly vessel had still placed immense pressure on him.
It had not been some so-called aura or majesty, but a tangible sense of existence—even though she possessed the authority of concealment.
With the ability to borrow Sequence V powers, Sno could faintly sense traces of fate. In his eyes, fate resembled a vast net, with every living creature walking upon it. Ordinary people were like tiny insects; even if they crashed into it with all their might, they would only cause slight ripples across a few threads.
But that lady had seemed like a planet. Simply existing there, she brought terrifying pressure upon the net of fate, even causing the creatures on the surrounding web to roll uncontrollably toward the place she had weighed down.
That was fate's gravity.
Caressing the Holy Emblem of Night he had exchanged for the Antigonus Family Notebook, Sno roused himself slightly. After being "educated" in turns by two Gods, his split souls had finally taken enough beatings. They had finally reined in their prankster instincts and become willing to obey his orders.
But he knew that would not last forever. Before they forgot the pain once their wounds healed, he had to completely unify all their consciousnesses.
That was not difficult. He only needed to use Pavlov's Dog's ability to leave each split soul consciousness with a conditioned reflex that could serve as a "switch."
For example, like in certain games, they could be made to obey commands involuntarily whenever a particular keyword was mentioned...
Of course, that keyword had to be obscure and unusual enough.