As this radiance appeared, all the angels slightly turned aside, encircling that beam of light; knights, heavy armor soldiers, red-robed bishops... everyone in the kingdom knelt down, incredibly devout, joyfully chanting:
"Light, My Lord!"
Each of them displayed a smile of utter joy.
How many years had it been?
Once again, they were feeling the breath of light, the breath that belongs to the "Master."
"What is this?"
All the peeping toms widened their eyes in unison, fully realizing the insane idea of Charles I.
He was not only challenging the thorns on behalf of the "Master," but was doing much more; he was using an ancient contract to accelerate the awakening of the Lord of Light in an unimaginable way.
His method was somewhat like:
