And this feeling of weightlessness is not an illusion—some tiny things have already flown toward the sky on their own.
And with the chanting of the Benevolent Lords, this feeling of weightlessness continues to intensify.
That means the Great Abyss continues to collide with this world, each impact heavier than the last!
"—Thus, one shall gain the glory of the world, away from dark ignorance!
"Such is the creation of the world, through which miracles may be achieved!"
"Through which miracles may be achieved!"
"Achieve miracles"
"Miracle!"
"Miracle—"
Endless echoes pile upon one another, growing larger, resounding like a bell from beyond the heavens.
In the end, only the word "miracle" remains.
And at this time, it's the final step of the Ring of Ouroboros.
All the Benevolent Lords are in the white mist, tensely watching Aiwass... or rather, the direction where Aiwass is.
—If Aiwass still wants to turn the tables, this is his only chance.
