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Iver called forth his most loyal knight. "Your knight..." The voice that rang out was no longer as energetic, sonorous, and forceful as before. It carried a trace of inescapable exhaustion, yet had instead become calmer and more resolute: "Don Quixote de la Mancha answers the call... to fight for you." That was a knight who had already awakened from his dream. Yet in his heart, he still believed in that false legend. As Inanna transformed into a golden vortex and dispersed, Don Quixote reappeared amid a silver-gray radiance. Silver-gray, symbolizing lies and falsehood— Gray was the color closest to the "white of miracles," while silver was the color most capable of perfectly reflecting the rainbow light that symbolized hope. "Twist reality." Iver commanded, "Say—" "'This land has never died.'" Iver and Don Quixote spoke in unison. In that instant, the essence of this desert seemed to change. A coldness and silence that had stretched on for tens of thousands of years were blown away by the spring breeze, like the bitter chill of winter. Immediately afterward, Iver summoned the next Great Sin Beast. The Book of Law opened faster and faster, and the summons became a continuous process: "—Aleister!" "Do you need me to lend a hand as well?" Aleister asked with concern, "I happen to possess a little authority related to creation." "Thank you, but there's no need... Hellerchein!" "—Hellerchein answers the call, my lord." A mechanical voice rang out: "Unfortunately, I can't be of much help." "You yourselves are already my help—Viennes!" "Keep it up, my master..." Viennes's mature, hoarse voice rang out alongside a low laugh: "I never thought I'd get to participate in a miracle..." At Iver's command, vortexes formed one after another, then went out. Whenever a Great Sin Beast departed, a rune of