Sitting in the hall of the Titan Flagship, the ground was completely covered by an intricate Brand Magic Circle. Glimmering silver roses and snowflake patterns traced elegant beams of light. Many elf song priestesses standing in the hall prayed together, their bodies also emitting a faint silver halo, blending with the ice elf song priestess on the throne, sharing the immense mental shock slowly descending from the Aijieka Sea.
At this moment, complex symbols rotated in Ores' pupils, and brilliant silver threads of light drifted from her forehead.
Countless voices traversed the distant Star Sea, reaching her mind. Among them were blessings, hopes, complaints, irritations, hatred, sorrow, and more — not all of the supplicants bore goodwill. Even among Ores' devout followers, thoughts varied, projecting all sorts of subconscious emotions, intentionally or unintentionally.
