On the desolate moors filled with deep ravines, Amon stood in different spots. "They" opened "Their" mouths and chanted in Jotun, "The Blessed of the spirit world and Sefirah Castle…"
"The Mystery stemming from ancient times;
"The witness of an extended history;
"Protector of Backlund magic and drama performers;
"The great Gehrman Sparrow…"
These voices were layered as they bored into the void, as though they extended to an infinite distance.
Ten seconds later, all of "Them" adjusted "Their" crystal monocles in different manners and chuckled softly.
"He changed it really quickly."
If Gehrman Sparrow was still automatically responding to this honorific name, "They" could then use this opportunity to determine the other party's location and create an "error" to appear directly beside "Their" target.
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