Soul of Myriad Machines?
Everyone's eyes lit up.
For some reason, the name felt incredibly fitting, giving them the sense that it had always been meant to be called that.
It was as though they had not given it a new name, but had instead searched through their memories and uncovered its original one.
And as Theus's words fell, every Steam Engine in Castel, every piece of steel that had given birth to a Machine Soul, even the Gatling Gun inside Gwen's box, all fell silent for a moment, as if... reminiscing.
The next instant, a majestic sound rang out above Castel.
Like countless great bells tolling in unison, all the machinery of Castel began to cheer. The rumble of boilers, the shriek of steam whistles, the meshing of gears, the grinding of bearings, the clang of steel—all sounded at once, like devout believers chanting their praises together.
As though struck by the same thought, the people of Castel looked up. There was nothing unusual in the sky, yet they felt as if they had witnessed the birth of some colossal existence.
"Soul of Myriad Machines..."
Workers, priests, Faithguard Army soldiers, researchers, mentors... Perhaps due to the Mind Synchronization just now, people of entirely different professions now shared an astonishingly unified thought. And since the God of Myriad Machines had been born from the collective will of them all, whether human, Banshees, or Machine Souls, they all felt it without prior arrangement.
A sense of closeness.
The Soul of Myriad Machines was an immense, indescribable existence, yet to the people of Castel, it felt like... a child.
If a child was the continuation of its parents' lives, then the Soul of Myriad Machines was the continuation of Castel's will. It had been created by the people's will, and it would