In an instant, he turned cold and indifferent, even slightly transparent.
And a pure light blossomed from within him.
Wherever the light shone, filth was automatically removed, scattered booklets sorted and neatly arranged, and everything brought into order.
"Your Highness!" Holly stepped forward, her voice full of concern.
"It's nothing." Sidney waved a hand, and the light around him swiftly vanished. The ritual array hastily drawn on the floor also rapidly disintegrated.
"It actually worked!" He looked down at the floor. "Just a casual drawing could sustain it for this long. If we used tools..."
Sidney drew a deep breath, unable to hide the excitement in his voice. "The entire shape of this battle may truly be about to change!"
Every Path had different requirements for rituals.
The Path of [Rationality] required absolute precision and order. Only then could it draw down radiance.
After Sidney activated [Rationality], his body as a High-Rank Supernatural allowed him to draw a highly precise ritual, but it was still far from perfection.
And with every step closer to perfection, the ritual's effects would grow substantially stronger. Of course, the materials consumed would also double.
But here...
Sidney looked at the seawater outside the cabin, his heart burning.
"This time, there may truly be hope for the Empire. As long as we can transport this seawater out, the Empire will no longer have to endure such hardship to produce corpses. As long as we can get it out..."
Sidney's voice trailed off.
Only then did he remember that they were at the bottom of the Sea of the Moon.
Below them was a great being, above them an unknown danger, ahead of them dream creatures, and blood vampires lurked somewhere unknown.
Who knew how many factions had their eyes on this moon flowing with honey?