Under the shroud of that black mud, Fisher’s consciousness did not extinguish like a power cut, but instead, he felt increasingly alert, as if injected with ten thousand doses of adrenaline.
In just a mont, it seed sothing unpredictable had transford him from top to bottom.
First, on the level of consciousness.
He suddenly saw a vast amount of knowledge from unknown sources, difficult to identify, inscribed into his brain like signals. However, when he tried to recall as he had with the magic knowledge he learned in the past, the knowledge seed unreadable, bringing only profound pain.
"Ahhhh!"
Fisher roared, and in that instant, the sense of madness experienced while reading the Soul Completion Manual once again filled his mind, as if it would overflow, causing all his orifices to ooze out a black, muddy substance, unknown in nature.
He seed to see the vast celestial do, strange celestial bodies twinkling overhead, and peculiar entities either curled in dark corners or dwelling beneath the bright star’s embrace.
re observation of those great, indescribable beings almost tore Fisher’s body apart, yet for so unknown reason, his consciousness remained remarkably clear, as if completely uninfluenced.
Fisher’s consciousness traversed through this utterly alien, wondrous, and silent world until the chill of solitude filled his body, and he faintly heard a song rising from deep within his heart.
The sound and language of the song’s carrier were incredibly difficult to comprehend, yet Fisher seed to be guided by the song, becoming one with it, following the endless, universe-pervading sound...
It did not grow farther away but instead led Fisher to the place he was most familiar with.
In the deep night of the Dragon Continent, Fisher’s consciousness followed the floating song, crossing over a cal acting as if nothing had happened, over the coastline he had just walked along, until the song carried him over a battered beach below, where he seed to see the beaten whale-man species below.
His consciousness halted abruptly, and he softly spoke,
"Wait a mont..."
When he spoke, it first seed absurd, as he himself didn’t know why he addressed the unknown song or existence around him, but he only faintly sensed a feeling of familiarity.
Yet, just after he spoke, the song’s actions subtly ca to a pause.
Below, Sorobato, who seed to be lost in madness, began entwining the trapped Hooked kiss, attempting to absorb him fully and reshape him into his next proud creation.
In the instant the song stopped, Sorobato’s delirious expression twisted; he looked around, puzzled yet thrilled, and said,
"Life, ah, the Gospel of life, let hear your voice..."
"Ah, I hear it, I hear it..."
Fisher didn’t look at him; instead, he clearly gazed at the bound Hooked kiss, seeing him on the brink of death, with severed limbs...
Fisher wanted to save him.
The intangible song seed to sense Fisher’s intent, and the next mont, that murmurlike invisible song beca clearer.
Listening for a little longer, Fisher sohow began to understand a bit of what the other was singing or saying, as if self-taught,
"Say... Say... Say..."
Did it want him to say sothing to that strange angel?
Fisher remained silent for a mont, then softly spoke to the angel,
"You... go to hell..."
The next mont, like words co true, the surrounding song abruptly soared. As Fisher’s voice fell, sothing within the strange angel responded fervently to Fisher, akin to a devout follower who had trailed him for a long ti, swiftly abandoning Sorobato.
In the next mont, Sorobato disintegrated in confusion, and the grievously injured Hooked kiss fell to the ground, out of danger, while several obscure figures who had been watching suddenly revealed themselves...
Fisher exhaled a sigh of relief, as if settling a matter of concern, and the next second, the song unhesitatingly, like a pair of gentle hands, lifted him higher, though its specific direction or destination was unknown.
He rely continued following that song.
As ti went on, Fisher found himself understanding more and more words, even though they seed disconnected, like fragnted glass, hard to decipher, yet Fisher no longer felt as if listening to a divine book.
Through the invisible song, he heard singing,
"Singer... Center... Myriad... Souls..."
Thus, encased by the other’s force, Fisher moved, as everything around him seed to change before him, until it transford into a profound darkness, into a peculiar space watched by a few blinking stars.
Here, Fisher’s previously clear consciousness felt an imnse joy, like a baby drifting into peaceful sleep, his awareness growing dimr, rendering him unrecognizable even to his beloved demi-human girl Lady...
This indeed was a dreadfully deep slumber.
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