Unexpected Prayer

Derrick, his parents, and the other City of Silver residents marveled and worshipped at the white light that resembled the Sun.

They had believed that the Ancient Sun God that they had worshipped had descended upon the land, finally freeing them from their pain, suffering, madness, monsters, and constant threats to their survival.

"Praise God!"

"Praise God…!" While the residents were singing a hymn that was passed down that pleased the Ancient Sun God, they all lowered their voices as they saw a strange figure descend from the light.

Despite light shining all around the figure, it was basked in a strange, illusory shadow.

Light bent around the silhouette as its feet prepared to touch the ground.

The residents of the City of Silver had stopped worshipping at this point. Even those who were prostrating themselves looked up at this humanoid shadow. They had all wondered who this person could be, who looked like he had descended from the heavens himself.

"Is this one of God's Angels? Has he come to save us and carry us with 'Him'?"

"No, this must be a Saint, one of 'His' oracles!"

"Either way, it doesn't matter, God has saved us!"

All sorts of people whispered amongst themselves as the figure's feet touched the land.

Derrick, his parents, Llovia, and Demon Hunter Colin were all silent as they watched in disbelief.

As the light bent around the shadowy figure, it spilled out from it, like water being poured on an object.

And at this moment, the shadow's features were finally being revealed.

He worn strange clothing, completely distinct from the attire of the residents.

He had a long, black trench coat draped over a vested suit. A top hat was adorned on the top of his head, his black haired bangs streaking across his forehead. His jawline was sharp and he boasted intense, black eyes. He had a cold but mature demeanor. He wielded a staff that was inundated with many precious gems.

The residents of the City of Silver were confused, but a greater emotion that took over their hearts was fear.

They didn't know who this person was. Whether it was God's Angel, Saint, or Oracle, all they knew was that this person was a messenger from God.

"It is my pleasure to see you all again, residents of the City of Silver."

Immediately, the man's lips moved and his voice echoed through the ears of the residents.

The light dimmed increasingly, granting the rest of the ancient medieval architecture of the city more visibility. It was as if the light was lessening its presence for this mysterious person.

As he walked further from the light, he pressed his top hat down with his right hand.

"Are you from God?" An elderly voice rang out from amongst the crowd. Wearing a traditional cloak that came from the beginning of the Fourth Epoch, he walked past many residents, attempting to get close to the man. He made sure not to get too close, however.

"Yes," The man replied. "I come in the name of my Lord."

"I have come to save this forsaken city and bring it towards the light."

When the City of Silver residents heard this, they all wanted to prostrate themselves in front of the man from God. All they wanted was to follow his lead.

"Honorable sir, if you don't mind me asking, who are you exactly?"

But before any of them could've proceeded in any form of worship, a deep, male voice rose from the back.

The residents knew who this voice belonged to before they even looked towards him.

He had an imposing presence, carrying an unsheathed sword on his back.

Alongside him was a mature, beautiful woman in an elegant purple robe.

Of course, these two were Demon Hunter Colin and Elder Lovia. Other members of the six-member council, like Waite Chirmont, stood beside them.

Out of respect, the residents of the City of Silver maintained their silence.

"I am a messenger of God," The man replied to Colin's question. "I have come to tell you all why you were forsaken, and I have come to bring you all hope for a new future."

"Why were we forsaken?" Colin asked immediately.

"Because God was betrayed by 'His' former angels, leaving 'Him' no choice but to recover 'His' power by leaving this land." The man gripped his staff a little tighter as he remarked.

The entire crowd gasped. They had long suspected that their God was dead or injured, but they hadn't suspected that it would be due to 'His' own angels!

Immediately, murmurings and whispers penetrated the air.

"Why did they do such a thing?"

"So they were the reason for our suffering?"

"I hope God took care of them!"

But the man spoke once more, immediately silencing the noise.

"However, do not be afraid! God has fully recovered. But in doing so, 'He' has completely reformed 'Himself'. 'He' has taken on a new name and an even greater stature."

"And, 'He' has commanded me to spread the good news to 'His' people in the City of Silver. In doing so, all of you shall be saved."

The residents watched as hope and curiosity began to refill their eyes. They wanted to ask what God's new name was and what 'His' new Bible was like.

However, Colin, ever so cautious, composed his emotions. He had seen many corrupted existences trying to destroy the City of Silver and corrupt its people.

Elder Lovia was even more cautious. She had an inherent desire to reject this messenger, thinking that he was fooling them all.

She didn't say a word, though. All she did was look towards Colin with an intense, wanting gaze—like she was waiting for his judgment.

"It is possible that this could just be a corrupt, hidden existence. But it seems incredibly unlikely." Demon Hunter Colin thought as eyes from the council watched him.

"After all, other existences weren't able to reach us with this level of power. This suggests that this existence is more powerful than anything we've faced before."

"This presence, along with such a mysterious entrance, could only be from a deity."

Colin closed his eyes as he came to a conclusion.

With a deep voice, he asked to the mysterious man: "What is God's new name? And how should we worship 'Him'?"

The mysterious man held a faint smile as he spoke.

"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era."

"The mysterious ruler above the gray fog."

"The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck."

"This is God's new honorific name."

"Speak it, and your prayers will be heard."

The residents of the City of Silver, including Derrick, had narrowed their eyes slightly. They were confused, considering how different this name had sounded.

At once, they all looked at the six members of the council. In turn, they all looked towards Colin.

He looked around for a second, observing everyone's reactions.

He nodded as he got into a praying stance—implicitly signaling to everyone that everything was clear.

Seeing this, the council and the residents followed his movements.

In unison, they all chanted the new honorific name of God.

"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era…"

After they had all finished the prayer, their eyes were drawn towards the sky.

And in that moment, an infinite grey fog appeared in the sky. An illusory, ethereal and ancient castle was at the center. It looked as if a god was looking down on everything, overseeing the forsaken land.

Everyone stared in awe. Some stumbled over, while others had tears in their eyes. Some even tried to look away, thinking on the words: "Do not look directly at God."

After some time, the fog, along with the castle had disappeared.

The residents of the City of Silver had all bowed their heads towards the light. This included the council, and this included Colin and Lovia, whose eyes were filled with a strange sense of terror.

"Praise you, messenger of God." Colin said with a slightly trembling deep voice.

"May we ask for your name?"

The mysterious man nodded as he pressed his top hat once more.

"I am one of God's new angels."

"The Angel of Redemption, Gehrman Sparrow."

"However, you may all call me…" Gehrman Sparrow's voice deepened as he addressed The Fool's new believers.

"The World."

…

In Sefirah Castle, on The Fool's chair.

Klein held his forehead as he looked through the vision of his marionette. He sighed and said,

"My condition has stabilized greatly. I'm glad that Colin accepted the new belief so easily, otherwise I would've almost lost control."

He placed his hand on the long table as he thought to himself:

"My condition is still rather unstable. In order to have a minimal risk of losing control, I'm going to need to convert Moon City also…"

"And yes, I also need Demigod and Angel level believers…"

"Unless I have a fully stable condition, I can't attempt to 'fix' the timeline. It's too risky."

At this moment, Klein had thought of something else.

"However, it should be possible to try and figure out how exactly Celestial Worthy caused this to happen. After all, 'He' was able to cause an impossibility due to the existence of Sequence 1 Amon and Antigonous."

"Perhaps in casting me back in time, there was some sort of merging?"

Just as Klein finished this thought, he felt a strange throbbing in his head.

"Huh…" Creasing his eyebrows, he let out a sound of confusion as the pain in his head continued to get worse.

Suddenly, a hooded robe began to appear over him as slimy tentacles filled with maggots protruded from the bottom. They began to spread out violently, disturbing the ancient palace!

An ancient blue door of light that looked as if it was about to open appeared behind him!

"I'm starting to lose control again? Despite the prayers of the City of Silver? How?" Urgently, Klein asked himself as he tried to come up with answers. He attempted cogitation, but it only made his condition marginally better.

In that moment, Klein felt his spiritual intuition point to something.

Convergence of Beyonder Characteristics!

"Amon!" He blurted out a name as his face contorted in pain. A face outlined in his mind.

One that had a broad forehead, deep black hair, a mage's hat and lips that curled up maliciously.

'He' chuckled as 'He' adjusted the monocle on 'His' right eye.

"I'd expect nothing less…!" Klein creased his eyebrows in frustration!

However, Klein felt his convulsing body and his violent tentacles calm down suddenly.

In his head, a female voice echoed. It sounded ethereal and strangely familiar.

"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era…"