Shadorn Port.
After the last Slumbering Curse, this port city had not been brought down. If anything, it remained as lively and clamorous as ever.
As Aaron passed through the city center, he spotted a church building still under construction. It belonged to the Church of the God of Ice.
The newspapers ran lengthy reports promoting the three Churches of the True Gods, and missionaries of the God of Ice could already be seen on the streets.
Looks like... this place has been assigned to the God of Ice?
Aaron pondered thoughtfully.
"Sir, may I tell you about the deeds of a great existence?" Perhaps because he had stared at the church for too long, a female missionary immediately approached him and asked expectantly.
"Sorry... I believe in the Holy Spirit." Aaron put on a troubled expression. "If I join your church, can I gain... I mean... that sort of... um, supernatural power?"
"Due to regulations, we cannot publicly discuss such matters. But if you are a devout believer, the God of Ice will let you witness the miracles you desire."
The female missionary answered with complete solemnity.
As expected. They may not be able to advertise it openly, but they definitely show their believers something in private... The Church of the Holy Spirit is in danger if it has to compete with methods like these. Even forming squads of Beyonders won't help—how could its foundation possibly compare with an ancient religious order?
Aaron feigned hesitation. "I'll think about it some more..."
With that, he quickened his pace and left, not stopping until he could no longer hear the female missionary calling, "Sir! Sir!" from behind him.
"Missionaries in the early stages are just too enthusiastic."
Aaron let out a breath, adjusted his hat, and looked toward the enormous building