"Divine Envoy Lord, do you want to hear about our past?"
Inside the simple tent, Old Put asked Lin An cautiously, rubbing his rough, restless hands against his clothes.
Unlike the first time he had met Lin An, he had changed into his cleanest set of clothes this time. He had even washed his hands and face.
They had gone just one day without seeing the tent erected, yet he and his companions had been like ants on a hot pot, unable to sleep through the night.
They were afraid—afraid that the Miracle from two days ago had merely been a dream shared by them all.
"That's right. You can pray to the God Statue, and God will hear your voices."
Lin An nodded slightly and spoke calmly.
As soon as he finished speaking, Anduin, playing the role of his assistant, solemnly carried over a tire and placed it before everyone.
Yes, it really was a tire—a black tire taken off a truck and washed clean.
"Is this God's form!?"
"A circle?"
Angus, once a marine colonel and also the most hot-tempered scavenger among them, caught the tire that nearly slipped from Anduin's hands. At that moment, he looked like a terrified child.
Without offering much explanation, Anduin secretly glanced at everyone's expressions and cleared his throat twice.
"God's form is not something you or I can see! Or perhaps it's something we cannot understand!"
"The symbol of the Soul's Peace God is also the sun that represents hope!"
"A circle! It is—"
"A circle is the sun!? A black sun represents the darkness before hope arrives!?"
Before Anduin could awkwardly come up with an explanation, Old Put, the former professor who was staring at the tire with reverence in his eyes, directly filled in the meaning for him.
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