"Hm? You..."
Then, Roland clearly "heard" the undisguised surprise emanating from the inhuman consciousness.
"You are a Caster... The 'string' of your soul is taut, and the 'lake' of your Spirit is stirred... but your core has never undergone... 'Arcane Enlightenment'?"
The voice paused, as if reassessing the being before it. Then, its previous seductiveness was replaced by "enthusiasm."
"I see. A traveler on the fringes of the Magic Net who has yet to knock on the Gate of Origin... What a rare specimen."
"In that case, things are much simpler..."
The whisper's tone deepened, carrying an undeniable guiding force.
"Answer my call, traveler. Here and now."
"Use me as your 'medium,' and use this Domain—a place teeming with decay and blasphemy, yet echoing with the primordial Echo of the 'Divine Remains'—as your altar..."
"Complete your 'Arcane Enlightenment.'"
Hearing this proposal, Roland fell into a silent deliberation.
