At the end of the Holy Temple, the void stretches vast and boundless.
At the end of light, brilliant stars twinkle.
Pieces of fertile land carrying life peacefully enjoy serenity within.
There are the islands of Greece, the fields of Babylon, the forests of Celtic, the ice plains of Nordic, and the city-state of Rome...
Figures of different skin colors faintly appear amidst them.
There are elderly in twilight years, young children, nobles with Divine Blood flowing through them, and commoners living in stability...
Without exception, they all clasp their hands together, singing in unison:
"Holy! Holy! Holy! The kingdom of the world is our Lord's and Christ's, He who was, who is, and who will be eternally!"
One voice, the voice of millions.
Billions of stars, gathering flame into light.
Countless streams of blazing white light converge in the void, forming a crown-shaped band, crowning the figure on the pure white Throne.
