Lin Yi's soul trembled uncontrollably, his will slowly twisting into a gigantic tree-like form. He seemed to see the burning ashes in Fibonacci sequence shapes blooming around the "Primordial Ash Apostle," forming strange floral shapes akin to those of Ancient Indian religions. Countless nocturnal species and a multitude of Sneering Angels sang hymns of an unholy ritual, as if conducting a dark mass that transcends solitude...
And in the center of this mass was Lin Yi's lonely will...
His ears were filled with endless whispers, fervent chants, and lengthy murmurs. He seemed to hear languages from beyond the world, yet couldn't hear any sounds from the world he was familiar with.
His will seemed enveloped by a vortex, his thoughts plunged into a hypercube labyrinth. He tried to find logic within, but every attempt at extrapolation seemed to create new paradoxical branches.
