Aether was honestly surprised—truly surprised—by just how closely he resembled Iteration No.25. His garments, the posture of his body (Real body), the aura he emitted... everything about him now, except for the distinct black hair, felt eerily identical to Iteration No.25.
The only thing he lacked... was the spear. That weapon which No.25 wielded with divine authority... And yet, even without it, the resemblance was undeniable.
He inwardly let out a quiet, dry chuckle. 'Life really does work in the most mysterious ways,' he thought.
After everything, he never imagined he would once again stand in front of them—as their Archpriest.
"And now... Our Archpriest will deliver his speech to his People," Helena announced, her voice solemn, her face glowing with reverence as she raised her hand gracefully towards Aether.
He nodded softly, gently acknowledging her, and then turned his gaze toward the gathered crowd.
