"Damn devil! Go back to Hell!"
At that moment, the middle-aged villager in the fur cap strode forward, spat at the stake with a look of hatred, then handed over the torch in his hand.
WHOOSH!
The piled firewood, dead branches, and fallen leaves beneath the stake were quickly ignited by the torch, and the blaze gradually grew larger.
The villagers gathered around the stake all wore solemn expressions. They lowered their heads in prayer, confessing their sins to God Omer and begging for the devil before them to return to Hell.
Clark, bound to the stake, felt the heat rising from below. Flames licked at his bare feet, and the searing pain filled his face with terror.
But at that moment.
Clark's expression suddenly froze.
Then, a trace of delight appeared in his eyes, and he silently moved his lips... The villagers did not notice this small gesture, but Gilan did.
He had clearly said:
"Pilan..."
A black-and-white glow, visible only to Gilan, bloomed from Clark's body and swept over him from head to toe as though scanning him.
Then, a miracle occurred!
The stake was swallowed by flames, yet the young man bound to it remained completely unharmed. Even his clothes showed no sign of being scorched.
"My God!"
"Omer above, what did I just see?!"
"What is going on?"
"Clark isn't afraid of fire?!"
The villagers quickly noticed this, and an uproar broke out. They recoiled in terror.
Within the flames, Clark remained in the posture of a condemned man, his face filled with compassion as the heat warped the outline of his body.
"Ignorant, foolish people, I am an angel sent by Omer into the mortal world to spread the teachings of the gods. How could I possibly be burned to death by fire..."
Clark spoke