The morning the next day, Pnolli woke up, feeling fresh as he exited the cocoon and retracted it, wrapping it around himself like a layer of skin as he unfurled the pair of wings once again and took flight.
He travelled for a few hours before arriving in the vicinity of a village, landing at the edge as he made a praying motion, 'Thank you for your blessings.'
He wasn't even a Spirit of the God of Humanity. And hence, he was merely borrowing the power, one that vanished the moment he deactivated it.
There were three levels a believer of faith could attain by borrowing portions of power. First among them was a Spirit, one that inherited a percentage of the Deity's power.
Second was an Apostle, one that inherited a tenth of the Deity's power. Once an Apostle came into being, the Deity was only left with ninety percent of his original power. After all, ten percent was inherited by the Apostle now.
