In that case, two Mang should be be enough.

I deaden my breath, and clear my mind.
Rummaging through this bag of memories, I carefully fumble around the recollections and pick the heaviest and sensest ones to fill my emptied head.

A group of children about half as tall as my waist gather around me.
Boxes wrapped in colorful papers, prepared for the kids. Snow-covered streets celebrating creation.
Emotions that may be trivial to others, but that are far more plentiful than I deserve.
A bouquet of such emotions that I could call absolution.
The bundle that resembled the sunlight scattered away, like beams fading behind dark clouds.
I remember every single moment of it.
I engraved all of them into my eyes.
The luna of hope I felt that day.
And the luna of despair I felt that day.


Two rings of light that result the glow of the moon wrap around my leg.
Carrying this nightly luster, the leg sorrowfully lands on the Docent as she climbs up the cliff, screaming.

“Kuh.”

With such lightness that I can barely hear the footfall, a sound so quiet that it's masked by her last gasp.
In a most airy descent, the moonlit leg crushed the Docent's miserably wounded chest.
It was neither the augmentation, blood pressure, nor the contract of muscles.

The only thing that moved was the mind.
Kicking off with a recoil of the heart, I returned through the broken door presented by the hall.

So this is the power of the Light she mentioned…
The power of sin.

Leviathan Book 12 The Corridor / Shin (心) / Mang (号)