Just as those words left him, Absolute Will awakened.
And because freedom of the souls was the only thought in his mind since he had begun climbing the wailing mountain, his words transformed into a conceptual firmament far stronger than ever before.
It was so strong that it had even gained a physical appearance.
The conceptual firmament, which had only existed as a sensation, was now a small golden orb with a closed red lotus at its heart.
As it floated at the peak of the mountain, Rion sank deep within the wails of the damned souls.
Their madness spread, turned into dark, tangible strings, and began to wrap around him like a spider's net.
The deeper he sank, the more memories flooded into his barely holding mind.
These memories however, weren't complete they were broken, similar to the beings they belonged to.
Just as the strings covered his whole frame, the red lotus began to open.
