Under the command of the bishop, the believers chanted the name of eternal truth and stepped on the misplaced space to begin a carpet search.
The bishop's breathing became more and more difficult. He was already too old. This was how it was like to use a mortal body to carry the power of a god. The stronger the power, the greater the damage to the body.
Although the gods had the ability to reduce the damage to the theoretical minimum, no god would do that. Letting mortals use their own power was already a great gift, so why bother?
Moreover, not everyone could obtain such power, unless it was an Executor with a high natural compatibility. Otherwise, only those who were devout to a certain extent could apply for it. This still depended on whether the gods were willing or not…
The bishop's vision began to blur, and his body, which was floating in the sky, was on the verge of collapse.
