Dong!
The vibrant tolling of a chime startled her; the stone statue in front of her appeared to come alive. For a fleeting moment, Vera felt as if she had witnessed the embodiment of the Supreme Lord himself.
Unseen, a platinum divine light flooded the entire Prayer Hall—driving out all darkness. Even the sunlight streaming through the verre églomisé dome seemed to fade in its radiance.
Vera's pupils turned to a deep gold color, soon after, the golden light transformed into threads of mist-like smog that encased Vera's petite body entirely.
In Vera's consciousness, she felt herself in an independent space where she could not hear the outside world or sense the existence of others. Even time seemed to stop, leaving only the dazzling image of the Lord of Glory that mirrored the brilliance of the sun.
The immense and vast holy light made Vera feel as tiny as an ant.
Was this truly the advent of the Supreme Lord?
"Vera. St. Hilde."
