"Wine, is the Domain of Void."
The Great Prince tapped the wine bottle, and the remaining bit of wine inside spurted from the bottle mouth, floating mid-air, turning into a golden mist, like a sea of fog.
"It's often said that the Domain of Void is a mirror. Human virtues and vices are reflected in the mirror and sublimated, virtues become Angels, and vices become Demons—this is the legend. We all know there are no Angels in the Domain of Void, only Mech Deities. But in a sense, Mech Deities are no different from Angels, except they aren't formed from human virtue, but from the desire for order, thus voluntarily shaped by technology, wisdom, and logic into Spirit Machineries."
"It's the same with demons, actually."
Carlos snapped his fingers at the sea of wine mist before them, and instantly, the comparatively transparent bubbles in the wine began to rise, coalescing into figures of Mech Deities.
