The many Ninth Ranks in the venue fared relatively well. Their strength was sufficient, so they merely felt somewhat mentally oppressed.
But the descendants of the attendees in the viewing area were in for a disaster. Having stared directly at the Unknown Yellow-Robed Being in the projection without any preparation, every one of their mental spaces violently shook.
Indistinguishable, eerie whispers rose from the depths of their hearts. At the same time, the bodies of many weaker individuals instantly underwent varying degrees of mutation.
Many wore expressions of sudden enlightenment or serene smiles, as though they had just grasped the ultimate truth of the world. Yet a material resembling yellow burlap began to emerge across the surfaces of their bodies.
It was only because they all carried various protective treasures that no one died immediately. But if this continued, total mental collapse would only be a matter of time.
"Damn it, what exactly did that princess do?"
Putting on the same act of struggling against the contamination of the image's power, Anvis rapidly analyzed the possible identity of that thing.
After a moment, he finally found a fragment of a clue that might be related to it in a corner of his memories.
The Nameless King wore a yellow robe; beneath the yellow robe lay the common order of the world. Tattered mist concealed Him, and all who beheld His form were blinded.
That was an excerpt from the Nameless Poetry Collection stored in the Olyvendi Family's Grand Library. The original book was already incomplete, but it recorded scattered words concerning those mad things that transcended human understanding.
The book itself was only written a little over halfway before its final portion broke off. No one knew what the author had ultimately encountered.
While Anvis and the others resisted the