Iver scattered a vast amount of Black Pearl Powder as though it cost nothing, chanting loudly at the same time:
"I beseech Constant Self, the god whose Sacred Number is One, the god who dies and is reborn, the god who gazes into the distance yet sees no light!
"—O Constant Self like the moon! Watch over this sun that has fallen before it could rise!
"I pray that you manifest the starry sky of four thousand years ago here—"
In the next moment, moonlight spilled across the ground like mercury, flowing into this basement, which had neither windows nor any place for light to leak in.
This was a place cut off from Constant Self's gaze.
But now, at Iver's call, the power of the Path of Love forced its way in. Excess Path Power spread through the already harmonious air, and stars lit up one after another around the twelve runes.
Looking up, one could see the bright moon hanging high in the sky, as well as the stars filling the heavens.
The dim basement became like the night sky in an instant. The sealed stone walls seemed to turn transparent.
Even when looking up at the sky from outside, the stars were not usually this bright. Perhaps the stars of a small place like Mubay County were exceptionally clear, but the nights on Glass Island were far more prosperous, causing the stars overhead to appear dimmer as well.
Pitch-black shadows wrapped Sherlock in a cocoon, while bright moonlight draped itself over Iver.
His entire body gleamed with silver-white light, like the moon walking upon the earth.
Iver drew an ordinary-looking dagger and climbed the steps beside him one by one. Then he mounted the black bull.
The bull should have been startled by this, or at least