All the believers were stunned by the phantom that appeared above the Upper Evil Spirit's head.
This was the first time they had seen the appearance of their God.
Compared to the initial abstraction,
the current concrete form was naturally far more memorable.
It seemed that the Mist God was meant to look like this.
It possessed unrestrained edges, a powerful body, and wholehearted protection.
Yes, protection.
That little white flower was our Lord's protection over us!
For some reason, all the believers felt that little white flower was themselves!
The people prostrated themselves once more.
The people prayed once more.
After a complete prayer had been finished, everyone once again looked excitedly at that phantom.
"Is this our Lord?"
They stared deeply at the phantom, firmly engraving it into their hearts.
Several believers skilled at drawing had already taken out paper and pens and begun to sketch.
Stroke by stroke, the appearance of the Mist God swiftly emerged on the paper.
After seven paintings had appeared, the Upper Evil Spirit put away the phantom.
Although it would have had no problem maintaining it for much longer, it did not do so.
"They match our Lord's number."
Pointing at the completed seven portraits, the Upper Evil Spirit spoke softly.
Every god had symbols. The Mist God naturally ought to have them as well, though they were not yet complete. Now that the Mist God was its Boss, it naturally had to perfect them.
And it believed the number seven was highly suitable.
Its Boss liked this number very much.
"We obey our Lord's will."
All the believers bowed one after another.
The seven completed paintings were placed upon the altar in the temporary stronghold, while the unfinished ones were quickly tossed into the flames after a prayer.
"Fire and flame