After Belle took her place in the middle array, she knelt down, interlaced her fingers, and wore a solemn expression.
Gibron extended his hand and held it hovering over Belle's head. Then he spoke in a musical language unknown to both McCleary and Belle.
"Angel who governs the moon, Moon Mage, Angel of Death Sariel."
"Please listen to my words."
"Please answer our wish."
"Please reconnect with your representative."
Milky-white light poured from the old man's palm and settled over Belle like mist. The light flowed silently, reaching the ground in the blink of an eye and pouring into the array.
The symbols in the array began to glow one after another, and the patterns surged with holy radiance.
As the symbols gradually lit up and the patterns were slowly filled, every inch of space in the sanctuary surged with a holy, weighty, and majestic aura.
At that moment, countless specks of silver light fluttered around Gibron in the radiance. Like stars, they rapidly gathered and finally formed a silvery-white, emotionless phantom eye behind him.
Once the silver eye took shape, McCleary could feel that it seemed to be observing its surroundings.
But the gaze was not obvious. It felt as though someone were observing the outdoors through a window.
At that moment.
Brilliant silver light erupted from Gibron's eyes. He seemed to have merged with some will, and the easygoing air he had possessed was gone. His presence became sacred, compelling McCleary to kneel involuntarily and look up at the old man.
At that moment, the old man was no longer Gibron, but a deity observing the Mortal World through Gibron's eyes.
Gibron had called Sariel just now, so the deity should be the 'Angel of Death.'
But then.
The silver light surging from Gibron's eyes rapidly faded, and