On the throne, Allen's body was like a perfect sculpture, completely still.
But his Spiritual World was undergoing a genesis on par with the Big Bang.
Endless energy and computing power flowed through the conduits behind the throne, transforming into the purest of source streams and pouring into his Sea of Spirit.
At this moment, Cybertron, the thirty-kilometer-wide steel beast, had been reduced to nothing more than his external organ—a supercomputer roaring to life solely for the transformation of his soul.
Deep within his Sea of Spirit, the virtual model of the Allen Network, composed of tens of thousands of Runes, began to shift from illusion into reality.
"Argh!"
Allen's body shuddered violently. Beneath his skin, blue streams of Magic Flow surged frantically, as if about to tear his very flesh apart.
His consciousness faltered amidst the tsunami, like a small boat on the verge of capsizing.
But he did not resist. Instead, he willingly opened his spiritual defenses.
