The man didn't seem to care. He knelt by the road, his face expressing a mix of emotions - crying, laughter, and a vacant stare as if he were lost in thought. Once he calmed down, he slowly nodded towards Ange, speaking deliberately, "Castrato singer, Senlide, thanking my Lord for granting me... Rebirth."
Ange, as if sensing something, looked up. He only saw a large Soul Flame from Senlide hovering towards him, and a symbol materialized within his soul.
This Soul Flame didn't drift towards Little Angel like others did, instead, it went straight to Ange. Apparently, what Senlide worshipped wasn't Light, but Ange himself.
Another follower with a symbol? It had been a while since Ange had met a follower who could form a symbol. Ange couldn't even remember how many such followers he had. Was it five or six?
Forming a symbol wasn't particularly special; what was special was...
