With the cacophony of the mute's call, light graced the world, and with it was born a virtuoso of soulful voice. Such is the benevolence of our goddess Chrona for her believers," said the cardinal, his voice blooming and covering every nook and cranny of the grand hall that held fifty thousand people.
As always, the long white-bearded cardinal ended his Friday sermon with a heartfelt story, leaving a great impression on the gathering. As he walked down the high-raised podium with graceful steps, one of his assistants hurried toward him, handing over a rectangular communication crystal.
As soon as the call connected, Ordic spoke, his voice laced with excitement. "I found him—our savior!"
"Explain," said the cardinal calmly.
Ordic narrated everything that had happened with Bowen.