Around two thousand years ago. In the rendezvous point.
Drums and loud banging noise of various instruments repeatedly echoed in the distance.
At first, the sound seemed random, but it was a rhythmical, followed by the chiming chords of soothing tunes.
That noise alone could stir up various emotions in those who listened to it.
Leaders and representatives of various races were sitting on the throne with their heads lowered. It was a tense situation followed by an ominous feeling.
Suddenly, everything went quiet, and an indescribable ethereal voice sounded.
[Art ye aware of mine presence?] It asked.
The voice neither belonged to a man nor a woman. It was mixed-pitched and sounded as though multiple entities were speaking from one voice.
"..." None of them dared to speak.
[Very well, ye shouldst stay quiet. Let us start the—]
The Lord's voice was disrupted by the crying noise of a baby.
[Who durst to interrupt me! Hmm? A baby?]
