Iver watched the deep purple gem with rapt attention.
Like a voice spreading through a deep valley, an echo came from the other end.
A brilliant deep purple gradually dyed Iver's eyes.
The purple gem seemed to sense something and flew up on its own. It hovered before Iver, radiating an incomparably blazing light.
Iver's right hand suddenly began trembling uncontrollably—as though some power were stirring of its own accord from his palm.
I never write of hardships. I shall conceal half the ritual. Only the law belongs to all.
A light, echoing voice rang out in Iver's heart.
Merlin and Sherlock were watching the scene intently from the side, but they did not hear the voice.
Do what you wish to do. This is the whole of the law.
Iver sensed something in his heart and raised his right hand, following his increasingly powerful instinct. Dark Attribute mana burst forth uncontrollably, forming a deep purple line between his right hand and the gem.
Accompanied by strange characters Iver had never seen before, the voice surfaced in Iver's consciousness:
You must know that those chosen as apostles and priests of the Pillars are the Great Beast's Sacrificer.
Words that Bind Great Sin!
They will gather my children as believers, and they will bring the Heart of the Stars to all people.
In that instant, an illusion appeared before Iver's eyes.
He saw "himself" kneeling in worship before something within a cramped Ritual Site.
Although he was still inside the illusion, Iver clearly realized that the "self" at this moment was his grandfather, Jacob.
And what appeared like an illusion in the center of the magic formation was a strange Sacred Entity.
It radiated light and had a humanoid body. Yet it was impossible to distinguish male from female, young from