It felt as if flames were burning in some unseen place.
Throughout the entire Eastern Diocese, the hidden undercurrents, once concealed beyond sight, seemed to gradually boil and bubble.
Faint, fragmented sounds echoed in everyone’s ears—at first barely noticeable, then growing impossible to ignore.
Whispers circulating within the sanctuary, secret mutual aid societies operating in isolation, comrades who once seemed mediocre or even teetering on the edge of danger but suddenly rose above all others with unparalleled faith, the mysterious smiles on the faces of the priests, covert trades in the alleyways, and even legendary items on the black market that had never been in stock…
Murmurs uncovered in drunken confessions, smug or mocking smiles, and even quiet hints and exchanges among friends and family.
At the start, it was all just rumors.
But gradually, those whispers grew clearer and clearer.
Until by chance or deliberate pursuit, the last veil of fog was lifted, and finally, they touched the widespread rumor of a miraculous power.
“Have you heard? It’s something really good.”
“Holy Seal? Holy Seals aren’t everywhere? You want one? I can give you two… Different? Why…”