The narration became even more excited and elevated, its voice trembling continuously with an extremely emotive appeal.
"Oh! Set forth, Fading Ones—
Ye who cannot rest eternally in death!
The Blessing we lost so long ago is now calling out to everyone!
King of the Barbaric Lands, Holla Rei,
Radiant Golden Mask,
Death Sleep Girl Fia,
The despised Dung Eaters,
Sir Hundred Wisdom, Gideon O'neill"
With the narrator's passionate introduction, a group of impressive looking Fading adults, each belonging to their own individual oil paintings, flashed by in turn.
But the next moment.
The grand symphony fell silent, the narrator's excited voice gradually subsided, and the emotion became calm.
In the dark scene that was longed for, a speck of light emitting an extremely faint glow drifted slowly towards us.
Finally, it landed on a seemingly unremarkable palm.
"And there is one more, once again Blessed—
a Fading One who is unknown."