The puppet theater was quiet, with the only sounds being the crackling of flames from the candles and Labu's footsteps as he ascended the altar.
When Labu reached the peak of the altar, he exhaled a deep breath, then turned to glance at Frode.
Frode gave him a slight nod. This gesture seemed to instill courage in Labu, who knelt reverently at the center of the altar's highest platform, like a devout Knight.
Everyone awaited the arrival of the Miracle.
Yet, nothing happened, only a faint ray of light descending upon Labu's head through the crevice in the puppet theater's roof.
Others could not distinguish whether this light, visible for the swirling Dust in the air, was sunlight or a gift from the World Will.
As confusion filled their minds, Labu's eyes suddenly widened, staring straight ahead as though something was there before him.
But no one else saw anything. Some quietly suspected that Labu was merely acting... until a vast, overpowering presence abruptly descended.
