After thinking for a while, he pushed forward the Brilliant Spark containing the Star Worms, then snapped his fingers.
Snap!
The flames that had woven themselves into his face swelled again, then rapidly contracted, forming a complete figure much like him.
A second later, the figure woven from deep blue flames collapsed, reverting to a quietly burning Brilliant Spark.
"Still no good..."
Muttering softly, he drew the quietly burning Brilliant Spark back into his hand and relied on the instinct to converge to return the Star Worms within it to his body.
Then he reached into the void and pulled a painting scroll out of thin air.
The scroll was blank, but as he pressed his hand against it, he separated several more Star Worms from himself.
The brilliantly shining Star Worms easily merged into the painting, darting about and multiplying as though dividing.
The Star Worms in the scroll embraced one another, forming densely packed, illusory layers of spheres of light before outlining his silhouette.
Snap!
As he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, the version of him outlined by the Star Worms in the painting came alive and stepped out. Cyril looked at his transparent, blank-faced painted self and tried transferring his believers' prayers to it.
A dozen seconds later, Cyril shook his head helplessly.
"Although it can listen to prayers and respond, I'm still controlling it remotely. It hasn't lightened my burden at all..."
"I should go record a Dream Weaver's abilities, then station an avatar here permanently."
As he murmured, his spirituality suddenly stirred, and he saw grayish-white fog surging outside the Inn.
"Tsk, I didn't notice earlier. This gray fog actually followed me all the way to the place closest to the Infinite Heights. As expected of an existence bearing the symbolism of the