"I now offer my blood in prayer for true knowledge. I swear this blood is shed for the benefit of others. Please, Candle Master and thy Angel Envoy, answer me—"
As Aiwass spoke, he sharply pulled the blade through the palm of his hand, simultaneously lifting his left hand before his eyes.
A torrential, surging flame of blood-red burst forth from Aiwass's palm, his long hair and the hem of his robe violently fluttering in the windstorm that had appeared out of nowhere.
Staring at the deep red flames, a vision suddenly appeared in Aiwass's field of view.
He felt as if he stood before a conflagration, with a sacred bonfire crackling before him.
I beseech you, Candle Master...
Today is the Candle Master's Festival—she disrupted your ceremony, charmed your Priest, and on this holy day caused harm to the innocent...
But soon, the windstorm howled past. The fire in Aiwass's hand gradually dimmed and extinguished, and the visions in his eyes and ears likewise faded away.
