Radiance Nation.
The open plaza in front of the church.
Under the blazing sun.
An elderly priest stood in the plaza, gazing at the sea of people before him as he preached in a loud voice:
"The God of Light is merciful and loves all humankind. He has come to save us.
"Humanity is greedy and arrogant, never satisfied. One day, we will destroy ourselves and the world. Human nature needs the restraint of God. He will bring hope and light to humankind.
"He is great and merciful. He is eternal and immortal. He is omnipotent.
"We must faithfully believe in Him and love Him. He will grant us eternal life after death." Under the blazing sun, the priest preached until sweat poured down his back and his mouth went dry.
The June sun was already scorching.
Since the God of Light represented light, the noon prayer was the most important of all prayers, lasting a full two hours.
As the faithful needed to draw near to the light and prove their devotion, naturally, there were no sunshades in the plaza.
This high-intensity prayer had continued for five days. Today was the sixth.
But he didn't dare relax for even a moment.
According to the Oracle issued by the High Church,
the Lord would descend among mortals during this period and launch a holy war against the neighboring nations of unbelievers, saving the people suffering in dire straits.
All priests in charge of their respective parishes were to gather the faithful and pray to the Lord.
He cleared his throat, preparing to continue his sermon.
Just then, the sunlight dimmed ever so slightly. A cool breeze stirred in the air, and the sweat on his body seemed to dry all at once. In a daze, he suddenly felt hollow inside,