The Myth of Reverend remained standing before the trembling Trace Faith Idol. The iridescent radiance within the chalice gradually calmed, while the faint disturbance caused by the distant use of Divine Power slowly faded into silence.
Yet the solemnity in his eyes only deepened, and for a brief moment, he stood motionless before slowly lowering his head.
The next moment, placing one hand over his chest, he began speaking in an unknown runic language. The words were soft, gentle, almost melodic, yet every syllable carried a profound resonance that seemed to ripple through reality itself like a divine hymn.
Abruptly, the black stone pillars surrounding the sacred chamber began to hum, and the countless runes engraved upon them awakened one after another before bolden-blue radiance flowed through the hall like rivers of liquid stars.
