Boom!
A thunderous roar exploded deep within Maurice's consciousness, and almost instantaneously, he lost control of his own state—even under the sheltered state where his main consciousness was isolated and his mind was solidified, he was still swept away by that spreading shock, and teetered on the edge in the following tsunami-like barrage of information!
At that moment, his "psychological perspective," which stood at the side and slightly behind himself, began to spin, and he could no longer see the text in his own brain. He felt only endless mists swirling and rising, while the words he had just been reading attacked and gnawed through his memory like a swarm of bees out of control, tearing at his personality. He even forgot his own name at one point, and all that remained in his mind was the name he had seen in the last second—
The Mysterious Saint.
