As he recited these incantations, the Speaker did not use the Common Tongue, but an immensely ancient and strange language.
The sound was light and dreamlike, like feathers gently drifting onto soft snow, or decadent whispers echoing from the deepest depths of a dream.
Yet when listeners could not help wanting to further explore its meaning, it vanished without a trace like snowflakes melting in their palms.
This deeply strange sensation did not stem from the content of the spell he chanted, but seemed to be related to his tone—or rather, the organs within his body that he used to produce sound.
At the same time the Speaker began chanting the prayer, Star's figure vanished directly, instantly moving far away through a special Secret Art.
As the prayer continued, an indescribable aura gradually spread through the night sky centered around the Ritual Magic Circle.
The stars in the night sky suddenly became clearer and brighter, tinged with a faint, obscure dark yellow.
A strange melody came from the dark depths of space. It sounded beautiful at first, but listening to it for too long would cause the listener to unconsciously fall into eternal sleep.
The many Ninth Ranks within the magic circle had gradually gone silent after their earlier violent struggles, their wills sinking into the depths of an endless dark dream.
It was not only the many unfortunate Ninth Ranks who sank into slumber. The consciousness of millions of network users within the portion of the Construct Network controlled by the Speaker also succumbed.
Within the network, countless people's wills unknowingly sank into even deeper dreams. Everything in the once-illusory network world began to turn strange and absurd, yet those immersed in the dream noticed nothing.
Within the Web of Fate, the Threads of Fate of half the network