Words coalesce into resonance.
——What art thou?
The voices of men and women intertwine, light, tender, and filled with unparalleled pressure.
This question, though light and tender, permeated every corner of the brain with an unparalleled pressure.
——Thou art Zhen, the holy maiden Zhen of the Church, Iscariot's Zhen, Iscariot's Judah.
(What... kind of joke is this?)
Roland's consciousness struggled fiercely.
He knew that someone was indoctrinating him with something, he knew the significance of those words. However, fully aware of this, he was powerless to stop it. Regardless of his consciousness, the words kept flowing into his brain.
——Rejoice, for this is the moment of rebirth.
——All is for our one and only doctrine.
——Thou are the existence meant to perform miracles.
——No fear, no suffering, nor unease.
There was nothing in the voice.
