Boom!
A thunderous explosion erupted deep within Maurice's consciousness, and he almost instantly lost control of his own state – even in a sheltered state of isolated consciousness and hardened mind, he was still swept up by the spreading shockwave, teetering on the brink amidst the subsequent tsunami-like barrage of information!
In that instant, his "psychological perspective," standing behind and beside his body, began to spin. He could no longer see the words in his mind, feeling only the endless mists spiraling and ascending. The phrases he had just read seemed like a swarm of uncontrollable bees, assaulting and gnawing in his memory, tearing at parts of his personality. He even forgot his own name for a moment. All that remained in his mind was the name he had seen in the last second—
The Saint.