Every stained glass window in the church had been adjusted to cast a faint orange splinter of light, with the brilliant Holy Light cascading down each long flight of steps.
The dazzling steps of light were like the sun-soaked terraced fields of the countryside, mirroring the azure sky and pure white clouds, causing ripples dotted with light to splash if a breeze were to pass, shaking heaven and earth.
The youth named An Su Moningsta stood tall at the end of these radiant steps.
A smile played on his lips, with his dark azure eyes reflecting the stars' noble splendor, and the golden saint's shoulder cloak rustled in the wind. Wearing a pure white ceremonial suit, which itself shimmered with a gleaming golden light, his slender, pale arms were raised high. The Radiant scepter swept over everything and everyone below the steps, drawing all the light to itself, sparkling within his scepter.
You mere mortals, have no right to bestow honors upon me.
He said with a smile.
