Chapter 60
Novice cleric Verat had never experienced the will of the Divine.
The Holy Flame’s owner, the Divine, always stood by those who bore the flame.
Perhaps Verat’s own flame had yet to burn brightly enough to reflect the Divine’s presence.
He still had a long way to go.
But had joining High Priest Barodros on this sacred journey tipped the scales?
At last, Verat could feel the presence of the Divine.
The sunset that filled the world poured through the window, painting the room in its hues.
In the middle of that red-tinged room stood a man, radiating both gentle warmth and fierce brilliance.
The blending of the sunset and his radiance resembled the Holy Flame.
The man at its center stood like the flame’s unwavering wick.
It was a scene of profound sanctity and supreme grace.
Overwhelmed by the reverence of it all, Verat fell to his knees and bowed his head.
“…”
Being the youngest among them, Verat’s actions influenced the other clerics.
Already struggling with how to react to the surreal sight before them, they followed his lead, kneeling one by one.
“We greet the Apostle of the Divine…”
The clerics echoed Verat’s words in unison.
Could the light refracted by stained glass ever surpass the brilliance of this scene?
Could the hymns of a grand choir ever rival the majesty of this silence?
The young clerics couldn’t help but recall the day they first set foot in the Great Cathedral.
As their bodies and minds filled with the warmth of the Holy Flame, a voice interrupted:
“…Please, everyone, stand up. This isn’t what you think it is.”
High Priest Barodros, feeling a mild headache, addressed the young clerics.
“…”
The clerics, still brimming with the warmth of the flame, blinked in confusion.
They turned their gazes toward Verat.
Wait, it’s not?
Verat, caught off guard, awkwardly grinned under their scrutiny.
Uh, I just thought it was overly reverent, so I figured I’d give it a shot…
And hey, the seniors joined in too, so it’s not entirely my fault, right?
The clerics closed their eyes and silently confessed the sins they intended to commit tonight.
The implication was clear: You’re dead tonight, Verat.
Barodros let out a small sigh, calming the restless atmosphere.
Even as the room settled, her gaze lingered on the man who was still glowing brightly.
“My apologies for showing such an unsightly display,” she said.
“No, I should be the one apologizing. My unnecessary shining must have caused discomfort. Are your eyes all right?” Lisir replied.
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