"Praise my Lord!"
"Please allow me to faithfully pray to You!"
On the scorched earth, a man with a severed arm knelt devoutly, praying loudly with a hoarse voice.
He called upon that unknown great presence.
Steven had already lost track of how long he'd been there.
How many days and nights had passed?
He couldn't remember.
Since witnessing that miracle, his concept of time had become chaotic.
He couldn't tell day from night.
He knelt there, praying day after day.
It was as if he could hear indescribable whispers in his ear, imparting the truths of the world to him.
Though he couldn't understand, he could sense the greatness of the Divine Spirit!
Divine Spirit!
The inviolable Divine Spirit!
Power!
Unseeable power!
...
Steven's mental state worsened, yet he felt more invigorated!
Some ancient stories even began to surface on their own in his mind.
It was as if some presence was whispering in his ear, and he softly recited along with it.
