Early morning.
Zorn awoke, feeling refreshed and clear-headed.
Beside him, Vanessa was still fast asleep.
Last night, the "boss" had reached its fourth form, and the surging Spiritual power had been channeled through the path of Joy.
This had pushed the Merciful Witch, Vanessa, to the very limit of what she could contain.
Now, as she slept, Vanessa was still digesting the gift from Joy.
As he pondered, the Spiritual Realm bloomed within Zorn's Perception.
Inside the Spiritual Realm, on an altar Zorn had long ago prepared, stood a Ritual Platform built from three materials: the Sun Eye, the Angel Statue, and the Golden Dragon Scale.
Upon it, a Crying Blood Sun with a distinct outline was slowly blooming within the deep dimensions revealed by the ceremony.
Zorn slowly extended his palm.
Space and time converged, misaligned.
The Crying Blood Sun faintly materialized in the center of Zorn's palm.
