Chapter 22 - 20 How Will My Power Change the Form of Life?
Decades passed by in the blink of an eye.
However, for the long-lived Logos people, several decades were neither short nor particularly long.
Al and his eldest son tread through the snow, climbing the peaks.
He once told God he would climb the mountain to see Him, and now Al had come, joining the city's hunters and craftsmen in their ascent to the high mountain.
The craftsmen measured the flat mid-mountain terrain in their minds, contemplating where the first wooden stake should go based on centuries of experience, then marking it roughly with an animal's rib bone.
After Al and the craftsmen had chosen the location, he instructed,
"You must ensure that this place will not be flooded by water, nor swept by wind, nor be buried by snow collapsing from the mountain."
The craftsmen repeatedly assured the Prophet that their site selection was deeply considered and would be a place where God could be worshiped eternally.
Only then did Al reluctantly ease his mind, and as he was about to turn and ascend the mountain, he suddenly thought of something else and said,
"After constructing the altar, build the King's Throne. He is my brother, our King."
The craftsmen were somewhat surprised, as the Prophet's request came so abruptly. The head craftsman surveyed their surroundings, and after a moment's thought, he agreed.