The violently shaking ground heralded that this altar was about to collapse as well.
Shade once again recited that incantation in the language of the fishmen. The Golden Pearl flew out of the blood water, its surface unstained by any blood. The slightly viscous crimson liquid gathered beneath the pearl along its smooth curve, forming a large droplet before falling into the altar splashing with blood water.
"Now I need your help."
Shade stared at the pearl emitting golden light and spoke in his heart:
"Just like during the Blood Feast at Lake View Manor."
The temple floor completely collapsed, and surging blood-red waves roared. Yet the walls and the corridors outside the temple remained entirely unaffected. The only level ground left in the temple was the raised platform at its deepest point, where the altar stood.
The Golden Pearl above the blood water and Shade before the altar formed two golden sources of light. Amid this exceptionally perilous scene, they seemed profoundly strange. Golden embers drifted in every direction, and beneath the dim yellow sky overhead, beams of light seemed to shroud the raised platform.
She chuckled softly:
Outlander, seeking my help... do you know what you should say now?
Shade looked at the pearl before him, reflected in his eyes:
"Of course I do."
Then, please begin.
The whisper sounded as though it were singing.
"You are me."
With his right palm facing upward, he reached beneath the pearl and lifted it. His palm felt a distinct repulsive force, and even a black holy emblem representing an evil god faintly appeared in the center of his hand.
"I am you."
Yet within the narrow gap between Shade's palm and the pearl, a transparent woman's hand connected to Shade's wrist slowly emerged. Her transparent silver hand supported the pearl,