In the Sanctuary where only light exists, grand hymns resound like the tides.
One voice louder than the other.
One wave surpassing the next.
Countless voices calling together.
Calling His name!
(Holy!)
(Holy!)
(He is one, and He is all!)
(He is the beginning of all things, and the end of all things!)
(He is the origin of faith, and the sunset of gods!)
(...)
(Holy!!!)
Such calls have continued for countless times.
But gradually, the song subtly changed, and the words were slightly altered.
(Holy!)
(Holy!)
(You are one, and You are all!)
(You are the beginning of all things, and the end of all things!)
(You are the origin of faith, and the sunset of gods!)
(...)
(Holy!!!)
The existence to which the hymn was directed was no longer the Divine Spirit overlooking humanity, but had turned into the Desecrator present here.
In that vast hymn, four jade-like hands grasped the edges of a fissure, pushing forcefully to slowly open the crack further.
Crack… crack…
