As Klein's spirituality made contact, the constantly expanding and contracting crimson "star" presented the images and sounds contained within.
A black-haired woman in a classical robe had fallen to the ground, writhing in pain.
She held an ordinary-looking celestial globe in one hand, and in the other, she held a short scepter that wasn't even the length of a small arm. Her strong will to survive almost broke through the binding of the crimson stars and directly entered Klein's ears.
