Chapter 27 - 25: Did God Really Choose You?
The nights of the Prehistoric Era were exceptionally dark and quiet.
The night was always dangerous, but with fire, it was different—it was like sleeping inside a primitive giant egg, surrounded by thin eggshells, with the crackling sounds and brightness of the flames driving away the wild beasts attempting to encroach upon the people of Logos.
Sapo King was deep in sleep.
He was the world's first rational ape-man, and also the world's first king.
What would a prehistoric king, in the twilight of his era, dream about?
In this regard, Sapo was undoubtedly a pioneer.
Sapo had a lucid dream.
Everything in the dream was exceedingly clear, as if it were an accurate and explicit prophecy.
Sapo looked around and found himself standing outside a palace.
He looked up—the palace nearby was both familiar and strange, as if it were his palace, yet not his palace, but rather, in another kingdom.
Because that palace was far more magnificent and splendid than the king's palace, polished white ivory decorated along both sides of the grand stairs, exotic flowers and plants surrounded the palace, and various murals were carved on the walls; his gaze slowly moved upward, vaguely seeing the open stone gate within which stood the King's Throne.