Blood flowed profusely.
The Aquarius Director, who had willingly severed their own left hand, took a pale step back, yet their hand remained perfectly fitted into the groove on the giant doorway.
Indeed, even though the Star Palace was sealed, my authority could not be completely replaced until a new Director appeared.
After glancing at his left hand wedged into the door, Aquarius Director's eyes revealed a hint of relief. Without urgent care for the wound, he softly chanted:
"Aquarius, flood, beautiful lad, wine servant, eagle, search for knowledge, golden grapevine…"
The cryptic phrases were uttered one by one, and on the dark-hued colossal doorway, intricate patterns corresponding to the words emerged in sequence. The hand trapped in the door sank deeper, and a third of the black door slowly illuminated, radiating a sun-like golden glow.
Two more times.