Without a doubt, that had been a true miracle.
No, it could even be called a Divine Miracle—
Even calling it a Divine Miracle was so unbelievable... Because not even the true gods had ever bestowed such a gift upon them!
Thus, when the sun rose as usual the next day, many Parthians still thought they were dreaming. Everything they had heard and seen the night before had merely been an absurdly preposterous dream.
Or perhaps they had already died when the Abyss Angel descended, and everything they were seeing now... was merely a hallucination before death?
Reality had now become even more bizarre than a dream!
How many Parthians had never left their own Oasis City-State from birth to death?
It was not only because of the man-eating quicksand and sandstorms, the carnivorous beasts and Slave Knights roaming the wilderness... It was also because the Good Lords regarded both Free People and slaves as their property. Thus, trying to leave the city-state where one had been born meant facing the malice of at least two Good Lords at once.
For this reason, most Parthians had never seen any scenery beyond the desert and the oasis in their entire lives.
How could they have imagined that after waking from a single sleep, the swirling sand tornadoes and endlessly roaring sandstorms... would transform into towering mountains and clear springs they had never seen before?
Many people had already stayed awake throughout the night when the miracle descended.
They had cautiously gone outside the city, using their cheeks and tongues to repeatedly feel the damp earth, confirming that what they saw was not an illusion.
Many merely chewed on the wild grass, yet tears streamed down their faces as though they were tasting delicacies from heaven.
Others had followed the faint light