Within the Judgment Hall, numerous adjudicators formed a circle, firmly surrounding the rebel at its center. The light of countless adjudicators merged into one, like this glorious world itself.
Then Kosta drifted in.
He was a Ming at the Mahayana Stage. His radiance was so dazzling that none could look directly at him. Merely drifting here made "existence" churn, as though the world itself could not bear such power. He was a king who commanded all things.
The perfectly round Yuan Infant within that sphere marked his perfection.
He was already close to assimilating with the Light Source.
Kosta released a warm vortex in greeting to those around him. Countless Ming released light and heat, driving existence as they circled Kosta, offering their highest respect to this powerful figure who bore the name of Justice. His Yuan Infant trembled, and then the surroundings fell silent.
Then, he came directly above that small patch of emptiness and wrote upon it: [Jelais, do you know your sin?]
Within emptiness, language could not be conveyed; only written words could be sensed.
There was no response.
Kosta condensed another line of tiny words with his mana: [At this moment, your power has crossed the boundary, yet it does not count as a violation. You need not worry about being erased. I ask you once more: do you know your sin?]
The boundary of emptiness wriggled. Then, everyone sensed a line of tiny words.
[I am innocent.]
[You yearn for emptiness. The emptiness that imprisons you is proof of your guilt. This was found in your Yuan Magnetic Circle. You were caught red-handed with the stolen goods; you cannot deny your guilt.]
Within emptiness, the imprisoned Ming burned himself once more, writing on emptiness's boundary. Wriggling existence and emptiness continually cancelled each other out, so