[Teacher] slowly walked out of the palace, and the crowd's eyes immediately converged on him.
People of every description had surrounded the palace so tightly that not a gap remained.
Everyone knew that, for the sake of the entire Empire, their Grand Marshal had willingly surrendered his body to become an eternal machine, forever protecting the Empire and its subjects.
The bustling crowd stood utterly silent, and [Teacher] could clearly sense their faith.
Beneath his veil, a sickly smile gradually spread across his face, growing ever more hideous.
He offered no explanation. Instead, he spread his arms, and vast, surging Psionics Power poured from him like a tsunami, merging with the surrounding space.
"...It is time..."
"...Subjects of the Empire, you know what to do."
"...Listen to your hearts, and feel everything with them-"
"...Offer your faith to the Supreme King, and let the entire Empire achieve psionics ascension!"
With a cry, [Teacher] began murmuring blessings written in an ancient language.
His Psionics Power swept across the heavens, engulfing everything.
-All subjects, young and old, living and approaching death
-The Supreme King has ascended the throne-purest of heart, sole sovereign of psionics, a god has been born
-He is your god, and you and I are all his subjects
-Our god! Let your flesh and blood become our sweet nectar, let your noble heart bless all your people, let all who believe in you gain immortality, and let those who forsake you race toward death
-The end of all things, the end of every ending!
-We are the flesh and blood of our god! We are the body of our god! We are blessed with the soul of our god!
-The aloof king, the brave king, the loving king, the merciful king, the ruthless king, the steadfast king, the almighty