In front of Selina was the familiar spiraling vines, depicting a mural from ancient times.
Cold breeze swept through her skin. Hair sways along the gentle rhythm of the wind.
After composing her lines and rehearsing her first demeanor, along with considering the probable questioning. Selina extend her right hand onto a vine, connecting to the most recent person she had contacted.
Upon inducing her will with desire to seek its edge.
Selina's figure crumbled into a pile of pulsating flesh as her consciousness phased out of existence.
...
Amidst the world that had gone vivid. Thin mists enveloped the empty field in a mysterious atmosphere.
When Selina recovered from her momentary daze. She saw the same man that had prostrated before her, now dressed in an attire fit for a gentleman.
His face that had been obscured by his hood now reveals an ominous set of deep black eyes. Short black hair and toned features.
Assuming that Selina is in her true body, the man would stood at a few inch higher than her.
Clad in a simple waistcoat followed by a conventional white long-sleeved shirt. The man positioned his arm at the level of his abdomen, then proceeded with a bow.
Seeing the man's brief gesture. Selina didn't bother lifting an arm to settle him.
Instead, she quickly assumed a status of the authoritative figure by letting the world generate an ephemeral wind, casting a lively canvas from the rustling field.
Yesir felt a soothing air caressed his skin. This invigorated his spirit, enabling him to quietly recall the documents he had reviewed countless times.
While maintaining his stance. He said with his usual reverence. "Great Child of God. I'm deeply grateful for your concern that you've promptly summoned me just when I was troubled by how I could deliver your request."
For over the past few hours. Yesir had been eluded by how he could accomplish the Child of God's request.
The Sacrificial and the Bestowment rituals, which were rituals capable of sacrificing anything to pleased the deity it points to and receive benefits that would come as bestowments.
This was a ritual circulating among the Rose School of Thought members, particularly near the pinnacle of their hierarchy.
However, the incantation requires the desired deity or an unorthodox entity's symbols to form a proper connection. This principle applied to either Bestowment or Sacrificial.
With nothing to aid him. Yesir was subjected to a waiting game, patiently expecting the Child of God's summoning, afterwards request "Her" for her related symbols to safely conduct the ritual.
Underneath the bright light. Selina felt the rising crisis that required her to learn mysticism within a limited time.
For her, she could somehow relate with the man's burden. It was akin to her finally finishing the documents, only to be reminded that the director wasn't present.
She deliberated her words. However, in the end, she remained silent so as to seem composed before the man.
Yesir sighed under his breath, knowing that the Child of God had empathy in contrast with "Her" divinity.
He then gathered his thoughts and asked unhurriedly. "Your grace. I have not been able to complete your request in presence of a connection barrier.
"However, I did not became idle as during those times, I diligently etched the important details of the documents I've garnered."
Yesir inhaled faintly as he added. "If you wish, I could verbally relay to you, your grace, without the need for any additional conditions."
Hearing this, Selina gasped inwardly. You painstakingly memorized everything?
She was at a disbelief that someone would act this far for her sake. But when she recalled her current identity, she quietly shook it off and watched how the man would react next.
Seeing that there were no response. Yesir assumed it hints that he should begin the recollection.
However, just when he was about to open his mouth. The world rang a melodic voice of a lady, gentle and layered. "Be sure that what you've revised are accurate."
At that moment, instead of calming, Yesir hesitated instantly. His thoughts spiraling into doubts.
Selina rehearsed her plan in mind and just when she let the world could convey her words.
Yesir posed in another gesture of an arm on abdomen and body bent forward. Arching to bow piously. "Great Child of God. I plead for your bestowment, a symbol that represents your grace so that I could proceed safely with your request."
What? A symbol? Selina was caught by surprise.
Initially, she intends to replicate Mr. Fool's method for acquiring her senior's diaries through the Tarot Club. This was done by providing visual cues to stimulate imagery that will then be casted into the provided medium.
It was a much safer and efficient solution Selina could thought of at the current moment.
The man explained. "Your symbol represents a crucial role in conducting a sacrificial ritual."
Sacrificial ritual?
I... Don't even know if I can receive sacrifices as this is a dreamworld! Selina exclaimed.
"By invoking the power of nature through the mystical languages such as Jotun, Dragonese, Elvish, or ancient Hermes. Including the exact incantations to use, but it must include these critical terms which are 'pray,' 'notice,' 'offer,' 'kingdom,' 'gates,' and 'open."
The man's words began to deviate to ancient Hermes on the critical terms.
Unknowingly to Selina, the world translated it according to her known language. Lessening the barrier of communication.
Pray, notice, offer... Could it be that Mr. Fool also used some of these terms for "His" ritual?
"In modern ritual. The attempt wasn't at a scale your grace is familiar with. So it risks initiating an unwanted attention from an unorthodox entity. It requires a direction that must be pointed to you, your grace."
"And because you've been reborn..." Yesir continued. "I am hesitating on whether to use your past symbols to try and bridge a connection to you, Great Child of God."
Selina stayed silent for a few moments. Pondering what symbol to give to her believer.
I can't certainly use the mysterious mark on my hand as it results from me attending the first Tarot Club gathering...
Hmm... Selina turned her head to the side.
Unknown to her, the man instinctively followed her direction.
Beyond it was just a horizon, painted with grassy land that seemed to stretched infinitely without end.
Yesir froze, caught between curiosity and puzzlement.
Selina let her thoughts wonder; trying to form a symbol that is both easily cognizable and effortless to depict.
However, with her will, the world heeded and sprouted the area she's gazing with blooming buds, turning the field into a wide agriglyph.
Although Yesir wasn't in aerial view. He could clearly sketch a pattern of a vertically downward crescent, containing a bolded orb at the center, extending a three stripes below.
The crescent represents beauty, the orb simulates nurture and the three stripes invoke birth and proliferation. All are distinct aspects of life.
This was the pattern that faded into his skin from his first contact with the reborn goddess.
Because it receded so quickly. Yesir didn't had the chance to inspect it and evaluate any sort of connections with the strange symbol.
However, upon seeing the symbol. Yesir felt a strong premonition that gradually, the Child of God is accepting their faction as "Her" children.
Yesir reenact his earlier stance of bowing with the left arm over the abdomen. He said earnestly. "Thank you. Your grace."
However, Selina was taken aback by sudden initiative of the world to display a symbol she had never seen before.
Because of this, she turned to Yesir. Only find that the man was pleased by the act.
Nonetheless, she feigned indifference. The strangeness still reached a desirable result.
Setting that matter aside for careful inspection. Selina willed the world to produce a sound. Perplexed and compelled to learn mysticism languages.
She thought of a way to exploit her "reborn" status and isolated past to say; "I'm interested in the modern's method of ritual and the humanity's progress in this field."
"Ancient Hermes, particularly its current counterpart. Hermes."
Yesir quickly fixed his posture. It was certain that he excels in mysticism and aiding to the faction's generation by educating them.
Until now, they're stagnant. Aiming to revive the Child of God in the most subtle opportunities to prevent attention from the orthodox deities.
However, with the Child of God's aid and gradual recovery. Their operations would massively rise and their beliefs would soon led more followers to "Her" divine grace.
Yesir quietly made a self-evaluation and confessed. "I am a pastor of Haldein Province's local abbey. I teach potential followers to believe in you and to also introduce them in the world of mysticism."
At this moment. His words suddenly struck Selina with unease.
Just before Yesir could continue, the world interrupted. "Do not force others onto me nor lead them into a path that stray their lives from normalcy."
This revelation rooted itself deeply into Yesir. Another commandment to facilitate their faction's intimacy with the Child of God.
Although it suggests that their past acts had now been revealed to greatly contradicts their goddess's divine philosophy. Yesir was prepared to seek forgiveness and salvation.
He reflected on the faction's indifference toward others and bowed. "By your will."
Selina felt relief that her follower was affable. However, even if it's the opposite, she wouldn't give second thoughts from completely severing her contacts with the faction.
Yesir then proceeded with his earlier statement. "Your grace. I can provide you with materials, along with the documents, our faction is capable of resources and power.
"Just to a limited degree." He briskly added.
The world replied for Selina. In a gentle yet resounding voice, it echoed. "Very well."
Yesir bowed once more and reenact his recent gesture.
Selina felt its repetitiveness that it didn't take her long to dismiss the man.
Severing her connections and returned back to the beginning of the spiraling vines.
...
Haldein Province. Mayor Judhil's Mansion. Inside of the library.
Towering bookshelves surrounds a sleeping man with short black hair and clad in a simple dark waistcoat.
There were documents littered across the table. These are the compiled information he had garnered from the mansion's safe which includes their activities, the world's assumed state which includes the orthodox church and the different secret organizations that had emerged from the past epoch's fragmented history.
However, none actually had any association with the current Epoch's mysticism state.
Because of this, Yesir immediately stood from his chair and briskly left the room.
Half an hour later, he returned with an even more documents and a few materials ranging from a metal dagger, stand with three candle sticks, essentials and extracts.
When all of the items on the table had been tidied. Yesir placed the candle stick on the center, above a metallic pan.
However, he did not immediately lit the wick. Instead he picked up the dagger and lifted it.
Since the Child of God didn't gave any instructions and only providing a special symbolic pattern. Yesir still took repercussions by gathering essentials that likely corresponds to the pattern's domain.
Once he entered cogitation. He instilled the dagger with spirituality and carved a thin, conceptual line around the table.
A thin illusory mist enveloped the carved area. Completing the foundation of a wall of spirituality.
Afterwards, he approached the candle stand and lit their wick by igniting it with his extended spirituality, in succession; from left to right, beginning with 'god' followed by 'me' referring to the performer.
When these are all done. Yesir brought a thin paper over the altar.
Through the use of his spirituality, he sketched an almost exact replica of the symbol he had seen in the dreamworld; a pattern of a vertically downward crescent, followed by an orb and strips casting from it.
It invokes the nature of life; beauty, nurture and birth.
Afterwards, while maintaining cogitation. Yesir ignited the drawn symbol into the candle's plume, letting it get consumed by its burning flame.
Then, he raised the essential oils and herbs let them contact flickering wick of the candle.
Sizzle!
The air suddenly turned hazy. Its fragrance could be described as an alluring and alleviating scent.
Yesir composed himself through cogitation.
Before the altar, he had deliberately placed all of the documents he had gathered first, before fixing his posture.
He spat out a breath and using ancient Hermes, he began chanting a revised prayer solemnly.
"The Deity corresponds to this symbol;
"A being of divine origin;
"The Reborn Child of God;
"I beseeched your attention, your loving grace...
"I pray for your acceptance, to notice the offering of sacrifice...
"I plead to open your divine kingdom and let its gates receive my prayer...
"Moonlight Oil, an agent of fertility, please bestow your powers to my incantation...
"Nurturer's sage, a herb of nourishing, please bestow your powers to my incantation...
"Sanctuary flower, a flower of fertility, please bestow your powers to my incantation...
...
After the incantation. The atmosphere gradually grew dull. The air that was tinged with strange scent slowly dissipated.
However, the altar remained inactive, exhibiting any less than to form reactions.
In the end, there were no responses.