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Chapter 1.

Transitional Phases.

"We didn't summon you here for nothing."

"A Catholic, a Jew, a Shinto priest, even a Zoroastrian… And now me? This is absurd."

"They are merely hoping for a miracle. But you—you can offer something more. A rational explanation. The kind of insight the rest of us have missed."

"But I’m no exorcist."

"You’re a metaphysicist."

"Technically… no."

The old observatory in Tokyo, a subterranean lab last used in 1948, had once again opened its doors to guests. Four individuals had gathered there today. After a brief exchange, the LED-lit corridor’s door creaked open, and two figures stepped inside.

Inside, four religious representatives already sat in solemn silence, each absorbed in their own ritual. A Catholic, a Jew, a Shintoist, and a Zoroastrian—each positioned around a circular disc, deep in their respective prayers.

The newcomers quietly took their places at the opposite end of the circle. One of them spoke:

"Per your request, we’ve prepared the lab—the lighting, the layout. I trust the conditions are adequate for the ritual."

"Adequate enough that we can’t even tell who’s sitting across from us," the second added dryly.

"Allow me to introduce: Mr. Shamsiddin, member of the Turanian Academy of Sciences, Uzbekistan. He’s here to observe the phenomenon from a scientific perspective."

No response followed. The participants remained immersed in their rites.

Shamsiddin, slightly uncomfortable with the formal introduction, focused on the figures seated around the circle. He could already identify the Catholic exorcist without difficulty. His gaze drifted with curiosity to the others. Suddenly, one of them—seated directly opposite—clapped twice.

Shintoist, Shamsiddin noted silently.

Two remained. They faced each other across the circle. The one to Shamsiddin’s right murmured something softly. The other sat with eyes closed, in complete silence.

What is he whispering? Louder… just a little louder…

In the dimly lit room, it was easier to rely on hearing. Gradually, the whispered words began to form.

Drawing on his historical and religious background, Shamsiddin carefully echoed what he heard:

"Azi drafso dareni Anxra-Mainyu. Aena o razig rah fradaram…"

What does that mean? Loyal servant of Ahriman… I summon him through the unseen passage…?