"To the Sublime from the Unknown, the Door Above the Dimensions, the Incarnation of Art and Fantasy."
"Your devout believer prays to you, pleading for guidance and a response..."
Above the Dimensions, where he overlooked all things, Cyril followed the illusory, ethereal prayers by his ear and cast his gaze in their direction. All he could see was a blurry image, like a sheet of paper whose paint had run after being soaked in water.
He tried to send his Spirituality rippling out and spread his consciousness, but that only made the image a little clearer.
"So contact really does weaken..."
"This is only the outskirts of Backlund. If I go any farther and leave Backlund entirely, I probably won't even be able to hear these prayers."
After estimating the limits of how far he could answer prayers, Cyril spread his Spirituality and established a connection with the ethereal prayer by his ear, then responded.
"Well done."
On the outskirts of Backlund, inside a carriage parked by the roadside.
House, dressed in a woolen overcoat and wearing a round felt hat, abruptly paused in the middle of his prayer. A hazy light passed through his pale blue, unusually clear eyes, while layered, ethereal voices echoed by his ear.
"Well done."
"One of the essentials of combat is to observe your surroundings at all times and never let your guard down. Combat itself is only a means; the Scholar is the essence of this Sequence."
"Remember this and put it into practice. It will help you digest the Melee Scholar Potion faster."
House's breathing quickened, and he became visibly exhilarated. He kept murmuring:
"Praise you, Door Above the Dimensions; I sing of you, Incarnation of Art and Fantasy..."
Even after the gaze that seemed to come from beyond an infinitely distant