Chapter 60: The Talk of the Tower (3)
Novice priest Berat had never experienced the Lord’s providence before.
The Lord, master of the Sacred Flame, always stood beside those who kindled the sacred fire. Yet, perhaps because the flame he carried was still too dim to illuminate His presence, Berat had never felt it.
He still had much to learn.
However, it seemed participating in this journey of enlightenment, guided by High Priest Bardros, had a profound effect. For the first time, he could feel the Lord’s providence.
As the sunset bathed the world in its golden glow, its light flowed through the window, filling the room. In the center of that room, now drenched in red, stood a man. A soft yet powerful radiance radiated from him, emanating from every part of his being.
The blending of the sunset’s warmth and the man’s light formed the Sacred Flame. He, standing in its midst, was the steadfast wick that sustained it.
It was a sight that exuded reverence—a vision of something holy, something supreme.
Overcome with awe, Berat immediately fell to his knees and lowered his head in deep reverence.
“...”
Berat, the youngest among them, unknowingly set the tone for the others. The other priests, unsure of how to react to the surreal sight before them, found themselves following his lead. One by one, they knelt down.
“We behold the Apostle of the Lord...”