Chapter 55 : Everyone Knelt to the Ground
Chapter 55: Everyone Knelt to the Ground
This was utterly unbelievable!
Those with broken arms, crippled legs, or who had long suffered from chronic coughing and hunched backs—
And those emaciated, skin-and-bone poor souls who could be blown down by a gust of wind—
The sparks within their hearts were suddenly ignited!
Their hesitation lasted for only a moment.
With the thought that it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try—
Whoosh!
The great stage instantly became crowded.
No fewer than two hundred people gathered together.
Men and women, the old and the young, all kinds of pitiful figures huddled in one mass.
“Holy crap!”
Taylor’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
He couldn’t control himself and swore out loud.
He exchanged shocked looks with his fellow magicians.
What kind of act was this?
Two hundred hired actors?
Did Holy Light Town have that much money to burn?
And those old scars, the missing limbs—there was no way they could be faked!
Could it be...
That he could truly make flesh regrow over bone, limbs be reborn?
The thought flashed across Taylor’s mind but was instantly suppressed.
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
Unless he was the reincarnation of the God of Light Himself!
Not only were the magicians dumbfounded—
Even among the tens of thousands in the square,
Including Old John and Gregor, all held their breath.
Every gaze was fixed upon Colin.
Was this priest truly capable of a divine miracle, or was he about to make a fool of himself before the crowd?
There wasn’t a trace of nervousness on Colin’s face.
He simply gestured behind him.
Two standard wooden crosses, long prepared, were carried up by several sturdy men with heavy breaths.
One was set to the left, one to the right, among the sick.
Then—
Colin slowly stepped down from the stage, standing between the two crosses.
He took a deep breath, brought his hands together before him,
as though holding an invisible sun, and closed his eyes.
A solemn, indescribable atmosphere enveloped the entire square.
Even the noisiest corners fell completely silent.
Only the sound of the evening breeze rustling the flags remained.
“May the Holy Light be above.”
Colin’s voice carried a strange penetrating power, light yet reaching every ear.
He began to chant a prayer—
In a tongue ancient, melodic, and filled with divine strength.
It was not the common language of the continent;
its syllables were strange, resonating with a sacred echo,
as if he were communicating directly with a great being above the heavens.
The moment his chant ended—
Hum!
Two entirely different lights suddenly burst forth from his body!
One was a pure, golden radiance, warm and full of vitality, pouring onto the cross to the left.
That rough wooden cross quickly transformed within the glow.
The grain of the wood vanished, its surface taking on a smooth, metallic luster like jade.
Ancient, intricate runes flowed across it of their own accord.
At the top, four elegant, sacred golden petals extended and took shape!
The other light—
Was a bright, vivid red glow filled with surging life force.
It blazed like fire yet carried no heat, infusing the cross to the right.
That cross also underwent a transformation.
Its metallic surface turned to a warm copper-red,
and at its top formed a full, pulsating heart!
The Hand of Healing!
The Hand of Restoration!
Two temporary sacred artifacts, born from divine arts, now shone brilliantly!
Then—
Two waves of light, gold and red, rippled outward from the crosses with explosive force!
The golden wave—
Carried the power to soothe wounds and drive away sickness.
The red wave—
Contained the might to awaken vitality and mend the flesh!
As the light washed over the crowd—
A miracle—
Unfolded vividly before tens of thousands of eyes!
An old man lying weakly on a torn blanket,
coughing so hard his lungs seemed ready to burst—
The moment the golden light touched him, his coughing stopped abruptly.
He sat up in confusion, touched his chest, then took a few deep breaths.
From his cloudy eyes burst a light of utter disbelief.
He murmured hoarsely, “I… I’m not coughing? I… I can breathe again!”
A boy as thin as a reed, held up by his parents,
When touched by the red light—
His pale, listless face regained color at a shocking speed,
his weak gaze turning bright and clear.
He shook off his parents’ support,
stood firmly on his own, and even gave a small hop.
Gasps and exclamations erupted all around!
But the most astonishing scene—
Happened among those with missing limbs!
An old blacksmith who had lost his right arm for many years—
Felt a strange, tingling sensation surge from his severed limb.
Before everyone’s stunned gaze—
Flesh began to squirm and grow as if alive!
Bones extended, muscles wrapped around them, skin formed over—
In just a few dozen breaths,
A fully intact arm, even stronger than his left, had grown back!
“My hand…”
“My God, my hand has grown back!”
The old blacksmith burst into tears.
He lifted his new arm in disbelief,
clenching and unclenching his fist, trembling all over with excitement.
The same miracle occurred to a middle-aged woman with a lame leg.
Her twisted, shrunken right leg straightened and filled out in the glow,
quickly becoming firm and full!
She took a tentative step—
Then another, and another—walking faster and faster,
until she couldn’t help but jump on the spot in joy!
Those with festering, pus-filled sores—
Their wounds healed visibly, scabbed, and fell away,
leaving tender new skin behind.
“A miracle!!”
“A true angel has manifested!!”
“Holy Mother above, what miracle have I just witnessed?!”
“They’re alive! All healed! Every one of them!!”
The square erupted in chaos!
Tens of thousands of eyes widened, mouths gaping wide enough to fit an egg!
Shouts of shock, sobbing cries, ecstatic screams—
All surged together like a tsunami across Oak Town!
The roaring sound waves seemed enough to tear open the heavens!
Those who had been healed were the first to react.
The old blacksmith closest to Colin dropped to his knees with a heavy thud!
He kowtowed to the hard ground with all his strength: “Thank you, Priest! Thank you for saving my life! For giving me rebirth!”
Like a chain reaction—one, two, ten…
All those who had been blessed in the clearing, whether healed of grave wounds or minor illness, knelt trembling before Colin, kowtowing again and again with tears streaming down their faces!
Soon—
That wave of kneeling spread like wildfire!
Those on the outskirts—commoners, merchants, mercenaries—
Who had witnessed the miracle with their own eyes, were all overwhelmed, dropping to their knees involuntarily!
The black mass of people across the square—
One after another—bowed down!
Tens of thousands prostrated!
Reverence! Faith!
After witnessing a miracle that defied all reason—
Awe burned like a wildfire in every heart.
“Praise the Holy Angel!”
“Glory to the Holy Light!”
“Priest Colin is the messenger of the Angel!”
The cries merged into a single, sky-shaking roar!
While those magicians who had come with mocking smiles—
Now sat frozen in the VIP seats, utterly stunned.