In the heavenly paradise, surrounded by a holy aura, angels sing, and God sits high upon His majestic throne, encircled by countless saints and angels.
A divine voice echoes, "I have observed that the Hydra sealed in the lands of the Far East has a mysterious connection with our faith and will become a guardian of our belief in the future. Who wishes to guide it towards the light?"
In the grand hall, all the saints and angels maintained a devout silence, as if they had reached the ultimate purification of their souls.
At this moment, a fair-faced monk in white slightly furrowed his brow.
Guide the Hydra?
That is an ancient monster with formidable power, comparable to a Creator God. In Genesis's absence, aside from Him and God, who could fulfill this mission?
"My dear son Jesus, I see you frowning. Would you be willing to undertake this task?" God said, slowly extending His palm, in which a glowing amber magically appeared.
