The blood of an angel...
When everyone heard the name of the article, the silence was broken. One after another, they began to cry; others rose from their seats and knelt fervently. The air was filled with stifled sobs, trembling breaths, and voices choked with devotion.
They were in the presence of something sacred. Although it was not the angel's body, its mere existence was enough to shake their souls.
The golden glow radiating from that object was reflected on their tear-stained faces; their gazes were fixed, surrendered to the divine presence.
The only one who did not participate in that act was Kael. He remained calm, with a neutral expression, silently observing that spectacle of faith. Neither his lips moved nor his posture changed. His cold gaze seemed to pierce through the scene as if it were something foreign, distant, irrelevant.
Amidst the exaltation of the believers of the Old Sun God, Kael was the only immovable point.
