"Lies and fallacies confuse those ensnared, leaving them unaware. But the Herder who guides the weak through the dark gorge shall surely receive the blessing of the Dark Moon!"
His finger pointed to the church's dome, though it seemed to gesture even higher—toward the boundless night sky. The imposing figure standing at the pulpit recited a line full of dominance and grandeur.
Accompanied by flickering cracks and a visage no one dared gaze upon directly, the atmosphere of chaotic debauchery that had filled the space earlier was utterly wiped away—for the audience, at least.
Fu Qian was very aware that although he had temporarily created an ideal setting for the gathering, the dormant forces shaken by this impact could resurface at any moment, manifesting in ways that defied imagination.
After all, his Gospel not only caused an impact but also brought Enlightenment.
