"The Sublime from the Unknown...
The Door Above the Dimensions...
The Incarnation of Art and Fantasy..."
"I... beseech your protection. I beseech..."
On the ground, Lawrence struggled to prop up his upper body and recited in Ancient Hermes the Honorific Name he had repeatedly murmured to himself.
After repeating it twice, he could no longer hold himself up and collapsed onto the ground.
His only remaining awareness kept his eyes wide open as he gazed at the crimson-tinted night sky overhead, waiting for his miracle... Would it really work?
In a daze, he saw a figure seated among the stars, whose greatness defied description.
He—no, it—seemed to stand eternally beyond the world, looking down upon the mortal realm. It was the world's Record keeper, Observer, or perhaps...
its Creator?
One thought after another surfaced in his mind beyond his control. Then he saw the magnificent figure standing beyond the world turn its gaze upon him.
The next moment, the terrifying language that had constantly echoed in his ears, directly affecting his Spirit Body, vanished.
Only after lying on the ground for several seconds and recovering from the pain did Lawrence finally come around. He braced himself against the ground and stood up,
then bowed solemnly to the profound night sky above, where a few stars gleamed:
"Praise you, The Sublime from the Unknown. You are The Door Above the Dimensions. You are The Incarnation of Art and Fantasy, merciful salvation, and the most brilliant light of hope in the darkness."
"Thank you for your mercy and salvation, for helping me endure the pain..."
Above the dimensions, Cyril awkwardly raised a hand and pinched the bridge of his nose.
He did think such praise was well deserved, but hearing it with his own ears was still rather embarrassing.
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