In the next moment, the entire ritual lit up, a misty glow rising, enveloping the whole area, reflecting with the golden light of the Holy Fire. A peculiar aura approached, and for a moment, Rod felt as if he were standing in the boundless sky, surrounded by endless emptiness, his heart and mind opening infinitely, as if merging with the universe.
"It's time."
Rod said, suppressing his excitement.
"Horus, step into the center of the ritual."
A rare hint of nervousness flashed across Horus's withered face. He couldn't help but ask again, "Rod, are you sure it's me? Do I really... have the potential?"
Rod replied in a deep voice, "Never have I been more certain than this moment, Archbishop. Your potential exceeds your imagination; it is the suppression of the Black Fog that has constrained your growth."
