"Then, on behalf of the Holy Light Church, here and now, I shall formally offer prayers for the fallen hunters."
After delivering a brief yet heartfelt memorial address to the public, Yosewei turned once more toward the towering, magnificent Hunter Memorial. Closing his eyes, he began to pray in a low voice.
"O revered Holy Spirit!"
"May You remember the blood these departed shed upon the battlefield, and may that blood become the flame that lights our path onward!"
"May You embrace the brave and fearless souls of these departed, and nourish their bodies with endless warmth and mercy!"
"May You take the scarred hands of these departed and lead them together to that sacred realm apart from the world, where they may enjoy eternal warmth and peace!"
"In the name of Pope Yosewei, I speak here on behalf of the Holy Spirit Angrinonde: I proclaim your will, I sing of your footsteps, and I bless your final resting place!"
With that, Yosewei raised his slender arm and extended his withered finger, tracing the path of a pentagram through the air before him, offering the final prayer to all those departed souls inscribed upon the memorial.
"May all your souls find rest."
"May the Holy Light that blossomed from your flesh and blood"
"Endure forever with us, with humanity, and with the Pure Land!"
As his words fell, Yosewei stood with his back to the crowd and issued a solemn command in his aged yet gentle voice:
"Next, I ask everyone present to observe three minutes of silence with me."
Having said this, Yosewei led by example, lowering his noble head toward the Hunter Memorial.
Then, all those attending the memorial ceremony followed suit without hesitation, bowing their heads in silent tribute.
Likewise, the vast public watching the live broadcast