Aiwass gazed intently at the deep purple gem.
It was as though a voice spread through the deep valley, echoing back from the other side.
A layer of brilliant deep purple slowly stained the depths of Aiwass's eyes.
The purple gem, as if sensing something, flew up by itself. It hovered in front of Aiwass, bursting forth with an intensely fierce glow.
Aiwass's right hand suddenly started to tremble uncontrollably—as if some power was pulsing from the palm of his hand on its own.
[I never write hardships; I will conceal half the ritual. Only the law belongs to the people.]
A light, echoing voice arose within the depths of Aiwass's heart.
Merlin and Sherlock watched this scene intently from the side and did not hear that voice.
[Do what thou wilt, this is the whole of the law.]
