The Holy Angels fell from the firmament above, the edges of their wounds igniting in scorching white. As the flames surged, their bizarre bodies crumbled into ashes, with remnants yet unconsumed. Thus, blood poured like a torrential rain and filled the well's bottom.
Under this meticulously imitated Well of Ascension, everything was now ready, only needing to substitute the Secret Blood with this vast Holy Grail blood for the soul's ascension.
"Thank you, 042."
The old man whispered, while at the same time, the Alchemy Matrix on the well's walls and the old man's body rhythmically emitted a brilliant light. The Holy Grail blood ceased its evaporation and was absorbed into the old man's body, setting his aging form ablaze with a fierce flame.
He burned fiercely, like the descending dawn.
The fire seemed to possess a kind of magic power, as 042 silently watched all of this, suddenly feeling devoid of any so-called fear.
