"Rejoice, as we have given you the power to slay all evil. Use it for our glory."
The moment Amisha said those words, the sky in, which was lit up once again, and turned back to its original self, had split open, revealing a blinding light that almost all mortals could never get their eyes open from.
The saint, priest, and all the servants of the gods knelt on their feet, their hands clasped in devotion as they cried. For this had never happened before. They were not in history nor in books, yet they were blessed for; indeed, their gods really cared for them to manifest something like this.
Through the silhouette coming for the sky, the people had seen different figures and images of their gods had appeared, and, on their backs, a different world had appeared.
