Time ticked away, second by second.
The ancient whispers muttered by the players... had generated a miraculous effect, bursting forth with a radiant aura from the divine artifacts on the Yellow Robed Priest.
"Here it comes!"
The Yellow Robed Priest's expression grew solemn.
The entire Black Fog... vortex surprisingly revealed an aurora.
A projection was thunderously descending!
In the Sky Dome above... layer upon layer of enormous, majestic structures became visible.
"...What is this? A mirage?"
"The Temple's projection from the Anxious Land... Today is the day of Audience for the Anxious Land... the time when the Temple's power is recovering," the Yellow Robed Priest spoke, at this moment his garment exuding a terrifying aura, worn and aged, but the yellow robe danced ethereally, connecting to the projection of the Temple in the Sky Dome.
"I thought you'd summon the actual Yellow-robed Master..."
