Three strands of silk thread at Baiyu's waist extend from his Spiritual Land, penetrating into his body from the waist, extremely robust.
Two of the threads are very fine, almost transparent.
The other thread, however, is thick and large, so tough it's frightening; when Baiyu touched it with one hand, a bizarre and funny scene appeared in his mind.
Look at the background.
It should be in the hall of the Legendary Ship.
Erza was drawing a circle array on the ground, with candles lit on it, looking very much like a funeral ritual.
She clasped her hands together, raised them above her head, and continually prayed before a wooden tablet, marked with the emblem of the Enlightenment Society and Baiyu's self-given title, the King of Light.
Though extremely middle-school syndrome.
But often, the name of an Extraordinary Influence needs to be a bit middle-school to have momentum.
Just like those people from the Divine Court.
