"The White Tiger and Green Snake have emerged, and we didn't even know."
The Prophet was surprised, unable to even worry about his own frail body.
"No signs at all, not even the gods knew." Osher Reed looked at the golden dog in front of him and stood to open the elevator.
This was the same elevator Darin and Pranay Martinez once took down.
The Prophet stood up, nearly collapsing.
Fortunately, Osher Reed reacted quickly, helping him up.
"Prophet, can you manage? If not, I can go down once." He was very concerned about the Prophet's condition.
Osher Reed was an outlier.
He was neither a god nor an ordinary human.
He was something in between.
To put it nicely, half-human half-god; to put it bluntly, neither here nor there.
He could communicate with the temple to some extent, yet still relied on the Prophet.
