"Mark of God?" I couldn't help repeating before asking, "What's that?"
Hearing my voice, the priest was pulled out of his daze and finally remembered where he was.
He revealed an awkward look when he saw that we were all looking at him, but then he explained, "The mark on your hand is named the Mark of God. It is a special mark that only gods give to their chosen ones."
Then without giving me a chance to ask another question, he started pushing us out of his office as he said, "I must report this to headquarters. I'm sorry that I don't have more time to entertain you, I'll come and talk to you another day."
Before any of us could say anything, we were pushed out and the door was slammed behind us.
All we could do was look at each other with shocked and confused looks on our faces.
There were plenty of questions that we wanted to ask the priest, but he just didn't give us that chance…
