Chapter 183: Prophet Zirham
"Something like that? Is that even possible?" Daniel raised his eyebrows sharply after hearing Malrik’s words.
What he had just heard was far beyond what he imagined or expected—living for several centuries, and that too as a mortal?
As far as he knew, only the blessing of the World Tree could grant such a long life, and even then, those benefits were usually exclusive to the elves.
"That’s right. People are always shocked when they learn about the power of our faith. But I guess now you understand why, even though we’re newer than most religions, we’ve been growing at such a fast pace."
"I get it. Longevity has always been something humans long for. A religion that can offer something like that will naturally grow quickly." Daniel nodded, then added:
"Can you tell me more about your prophet?"
"The Great Prophet? Not much is known about him, not even much about his past. But there are some rumors."
"They say the Great Prophet was born somewhere remote, in the abandoned southern lands near the Gulf of Sumer. It’s said his parents left him when he was a baby, and he was raised by the natives of that area."
"Though, demons attacked their tribe and killed them. The prophet escaped by jumping into the Pit of Silence." Malrik was about to continue when Daniel suddenly asked:
"The Pit of Silence? Is that a well-known place?"
"Well, the Pit of Silence has been known since ancient times, but I honestly don’t know why. Some say it’s where the first demon appeared. Others say it’s where a god ascended. No one really knows. The only thing that’s certain is this: anyone who’s entered that place has died—except one person..."