A deadly silence had fallen over the space; the air was heavier than ever. Unlike the Paragons' sermons, here, no one dared to speak.
Suddenly, a divine presence enveloped everything. Everyone turned to look toward the entrance. In that moment, as the dim light faded, it was as if time itself bent and even breathing became harder.
From within a silver mist, like a veil drawn between the mortal world and Eternity, he stepped forward—not with the clanging of metal boots, but with a stillness that seemed to carry truth itself.
He was the Prophet of the Faith of Eternity.
He wore a long and majestic robe woven from golden threads. With every movement, it rippled like waves through time. Even though his face was hidden behind a layer of white mist, every being—from the weakest creature to the strongest sorcerer—could feel that they were standing before something beyond understanding, beyond reality.
