Oh, Mighty One, bestow your blessings upon these humble souls.
Oh, Mighty One, absolve them of their transgressions.
Oh, Mighty One, grant them a place in the heavens above.
The priest leading the ritual had elongated, pointed ears, his skin a deep ebony hue, and he was attired in flowing white robes. As he knelt in devotion before the statue, others of diverse races joined him in echoing the supplications.
Together, they beseeched a singular entity represented by a wooden statue—an image of a robust figure adorned with wings.
"Hey, if you've come to pray, you better kneel quickly," a young human boy with blonde hair, who couldn't have been older than twelve, addressed Kuber while he remained prostrate on the ground.
Kuber shook his head, clarifying, "No, I'm here to witness the ceremony."
A sigh of disappointment escaped the boy's lips. "Alright then, you can sit in the corner and watch."
