A huge black light ring spread out in the sky above Niyah. The sky flowed like a river under the power of this ring, and all of the stars were hidden in the cloudless night. It was completely dark.
In the darkness, more than 200,000 citizens held up candles and gathered in the streets and lanes. The light from the candles converged like a starry river, illuminating all of Niyah.
These candles symbolized the faith of the people. Lately, more and more people had become pious believers, and the city was undergoing dramatic changes.
Louis Biketo looked at all of the people of the city. Men and women, young and old, everyone was holding candles and devoutly worshipping to the master of the night.
"This is true belief! Is this how it feels when everyone holds an absolute belief in you?" Louis was in a state of euphoria. "If I can become a god, I can decide the fate of the world. Only god, the true god, is in control of his own destiny!"
