The priest just collapses from his knees onto his side on the stage, his brain blank for a moment as it tries to process what just happened. Even though Koumyou has felt the power of the sutra before, and even though he himself controls it, it's never any easier.

One fifth of that which made all of everything and nothing, light and void, life and death -- that power isn't gentle. It can't be, even a fraction of its power bent to a single person like that. At the absolute best, most controlled, careful application -- it's still a falling mountain versus an ant.