The moment Tunita appeared, the crowd's fervor had grown so intense it seemed ready to pour forth like molten fire.
Everyone recited the Resurrection Poem at the top of their lungs.
Their voices shook the night sky.
Even the thirty-six Crystal-Eyed Race elders who had just awakened on the altar slowly closed their eyes in that atmosphere, silently joining in the blazing ritual verse that seemed etched deep into their blood.
Even Angel felt his emotions stir.
But it wasn't Tunita who had stirred them. It was...
Angel raised his head toward the night sky.
At some point, a low bank of clouds had formed amid the thin mist.
Moisture churned and gathered within the clouds. As the fiery fervor below surged skyward, rain fell in fine, curtain-like threads.
The light rain did nothing to dampen the fire in anyone's heart. Instead, it lent the scene a new atmosphere.
As Tunita returned to life, the night itself shed rain for him.
Didn't that make it seem as though heaven had heard the prophet who, throughout history, had been both the most revered and the most controversial?
On any ordinary day, few would have given such a notion a second thought. But at the right place and the right time, this perfectly timed rain could break through the barriers of what people believed they knew and make them accept it without realizing it.
As an "outsider," though, Angel had mixed feelings.
Because this rain truly was no coincidence.
As the wielder of Celestial Change, Angel could clearly sense that the rain had not formed naturally. The power of an authority had brought it here.
Yes, the power of an authority.
Angel had no idea why it would join the spectacle of Tunita's revival.
But its appearance was definitely an omen of