The lofty form of the Sentient Celestial Bodies descended with a thunderous presence.
She controlled space, stretching it infinitely so that a tiny theater was fortunate enough to bear an Aeon's immense form.
Even though Xipe had merely shown herself and descended as a phantom, she still suppressed every other Path into silence, plunging the Asdina Galaxy, already echoing with celestial Harmony, completely into Harmony's rhythm.
The Grand Theater fell into deathly stillness.
Yet it also seemed as though a rapturous movement had begun to play.
Countless people's pupils lost focus. The scene froze. They could no longer continue gazing upon the Aeon's lofty form; their vision completely descended into chaos, filled with disorderly colors along with their thoughts.
They fell into a state much like vegetative patients, unable to control their bodies. Even their perception of the outside world had been distorted by 10, and they could become notes dancing along with the principle of Harmony at any moment.
If the Aeon released even a little more power, whether living beings of flesh and blood or Intelligent Machines made of inorganic matter, all would collapse amid the ripples of truth, vanish from reality, become a splash, and merge into the Path torrent.
That was how lofty the Sentient Celestial Bodies were.
Thus, even Emissaries could only call themselves mortals and marvel at the unfathomable nature of Aeons.
Thus, the audience members in the Grand Theater, those with more or less some status, were overwhelmed by shock, wild joy, and the instinctive awe and fear of the weak when they beheld the descent of an Aeon from another dimension.
Time lost all meaning. Perhaps only an instant had passed, or perhaps it had lasted long enough to be called eternity—
The Aeon's phantom faded away. Fragile Spacetime slowly recovered, and