"124,457 Codexes are done! And there are more than trillions more! AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"
Sanity became scarce in the head of the Ouroboros. It might be fun to store any kind of information without pressure but MF felt a heavy repulsive feeling in her chest.
Numerous streamlines of faith began to focus on transferring the faith of death and determination. It was such an ominous pattern that it became more and more concentrated by two of her major followers.
'Lord Ouroboros! Save me! I'm scared!' prayed Tuli.
"You're always scared of everything. You'll do fine."
Then another one that came from Asir.
'May the Wise One lend me her strength. My devotion shall be the proof to the moment I sacrifice my own existence.'
"Urgh, now I wonder who in the world is this adversary."