This is very Gospel.
Enlightening spirituality, accumulating madness, is exactly the effect of the power held by the Mother of the Gospel.
And the clarity in the old man's eyes in that instant, followed by collapse, almost mirrored these two steps perfectly.
In Fu Qian's view, at the last moment, the old man had almost transcended his instincts and regained his wisdom.
No longer merely a pure reflection of death, he had insight into death with his own will.
But the price is enormous, akin to hearing the truth in the morning and dying in the evening; his existence rapidly collapsed in the next instant, efficiency exaggerated a thousandfold compared to before.
"What exactly are you doing?"
Unfortunately, this was just Fu Qian's embellishment as the operator, clearly not the view of the observer, as Selana finally couldn't help but question.
"Preventing him from speaking again? He's obviously accelerating his collapse—"
