Endless illusionary roars echoed, raising a tide in the world as if a sea.
There were shrieks of insects, low beastly growls, rubbing of appendages, shells hitting shells, the collision of vocal cords and vocal bones. Though the sounds were different, the spirit it embodied was perfectly identical.
By the dense star at the center of the silver world, Joshua emanated unlimited light and head. Boundless voices, gathering into a wild tempest, stirred—turning the silver mist around itself into swirls of clouds and massive eyes.
He could see the innumerable obelisks that covered the entire world emitting light, radiant beams that stood upright over the land and densely occupying every single zone.
Watching them, Joshua lowered the greatsword in his hand and closed his eyes, formulating.
Then, over the many worlds, millions of vague projections began to fill the silver lights, remolding them.
