The unholy chained casket that had gone through all, and mustered to brough all of its essence into this dying new world, encumbered, for all its burden to connect with its people and its heart.
Panoramic mirages filled the missing gap of reality overhead of everyone inside the holy circle domain. Yawned, was the lid of this heavenly tomb of upheaval, scattered all of its sporadic particles of heaven and beyond. It was light, coated in light, that was bathed in light.
A pure emanation of purity. A lonesome crescendo of paternity.
The light of light embraces every soul and every sin that it sees.
This was the Essence of the Roots, the Essence of Emanation, the Key of Sefirah, and the Object of Degradation.
However, what appeared from the casket wasn't the well sought key object that the current available factions wanted.
"Top of the morning, ladies and gentlemen, brothers and sisters, buffoons and detriments!"
