In every street and alley, everyone was spreading the word of the Primordial ssenger who had suddenly arrived.
She and her unnad Maid walked through the streets and alleys, her outstretched hand like the hand of God itself, dispelling all suffering, the ever-present torch in her hand as if plucked from the celestial river of light.
Within a short period, the na of the Primordial ssenger had spread throughout the entire City Beneath the City, and in this Land of No Light, the suffering people praised the Envoy, hoping only for her to bring forth the miracles of the Lord.
The Believers here had waited far too long.
Forced by persecution, countless generations of ancestors ca to the City Beneath the City, where they prayed day and night for the return of the Primordial, for souls to cross over to Heaven, to fall into the cradle of the Primordial.
However, no matter how much they prayed, the Divine City never once revealed that primordial aspect of God.
Above the City Beneath the City, one generation passed away and another arrived, naive ignorant children, in the blink of a few decades, turned into elderly kneeling in prayer. People in the river of light unceasingly offered sacrifices, toiled, welcoming the sa, unchanged life day after day, still water everywhere, still water, emptiness, no one not void.
But all things must co to an end.
The Believers firmly believed,
City Beneath the City’s fate would eventually reach its end, everything foretold in prophecy would one day be fulfilled, just like the monuntal rebirth of three thousand years ago.
Now... it might be ti.
The Primordial ssenger arrived, no one could keep her, yet nearly everyone within the city had heard of her, and each person awaited the day’s arrival.
"She’s here, she’s here, my parents, do you see? It’s God’s ssenger!"
"Three whole millennia, three whole millennia, we almost forgot why we lived."
"The righteous God, the rciful God! His ssenger has co, His Primordial is to return!"
"Just as the scripture says, as the scripture says: ’Before we have suffered it all, the ssenger of God has co to the earth.’"
The rumble of various voices rising like a titanic wave, like thunder on the flat plain, people were singing praises of the miracles perford by the Envoy. The City Beneath the City, once filled with stagnant despair, suddenly welcod a vitality never before seen.
They said, the Envoy possessed great power, and those on the brink of death, upon seeing her and being touched by her hand, ca back to life.
They said, the Envoy was a new Prophet, acting in accord with the will of God, her vast knowledge inspiring awe in all who heard.
They said, the Envoy could manipulate ti itself, causing old n with white hair to return to their vigorous youth overnight.
... Such exaggerated rumors spread throughout the streets and alleys of the City Beneath the City.
Everywhere there were Believers kneeling in prayer, they sang holy hymns in unison, extolling God and His ssenger, they repeatedly said to one another: She has co, the days will be fulfilled, the ti is at hand.
All these developnts went smoothly beyond Mira’s and Anos’s imagination.
Mira and Anos had originally thought they would encounter many challenges, skepticism, hindrances, insults, curses, attacks... but there were none, almost no one doubted their identities.
Perhaps, it was because this was the Land of No Light, where nothing but endless darkness prevailed, with everything else lacking.
And darkness itself was nothing but an absence of light.
As a result...
In this place, even the torch casually kindled in Mira’s hand could be seen as the sole sun.
Mira sat on a bench, leaning against the backrest, her head lowered in silent contemplation.
These days, they had kept their movents well hidden, despite countless Believers hoping to follow in their footsteps, seeking their traces, but all were invariably eluded by Mira’s Ancient Language and Anos’s keenness.
"Mira, what are you thinking about?"
Anos asked.
"I... have been thinking about so things,"
Mira paused, her expression filled with concern:
"I’m thinking about sothing Vina Kana once said."
"What is it?"
"’The Lord has divided His power into seven sacred nas, and scattered them throughout the world, all for the sake of reforging the beginning and end of everything.’"
Mira repeated these words.
After hearing this, Anos furrowed her brow and asked:
"What does... that an?"
Mira shook her head:
"I... am not quite sure... but I have so guesses."
"Oh?"
"Those Believers say... the Primordial is another aspect of God, so I’m wondering if this could be related to what Vina Kana said about God dividing His power..."
At this point, Mira’s voice lowered to a whisper:
"I’m wondering... if the Primordial really is another aspect of God... could the Primordial be one of the sacred nas God divided out?"
"Your thoughts are impractical,"
Anos said bluntly:
"Mira, I know you understand God, and have your own views on theology, but such talk is too fanciful."
"You’re right... it doesn’t make sense, how could the Primordial be another aspect of God?"
Mira nodded, shaking her head, then said:
"Actually, I have also been thinking, would God allow the so-called Primordial to rge with His glory, to beco like an Angel or sothing, serving Him day and night atop His throne?"
Anos was taken aback for a mont, Mira’s words were beyond any "wild guess," and even as a non-believer, she found them blasphemous.
After a little while, the Princess spoke:
"Alright, Mira, you cannot know what God is thinking."
Mira realized there was sothing troubleso with her recent words and quickly said:
"I... I was just speculating."
After a mont’s hesitation, Anos asked tentatively:
"Mira, you... seem to understand God far better than the Great Shepherd."
Mira, who had just recognized the issue with her words, suddenly beca aware of sothing—Anos had begun to doubt her identity.
So she said in an even tone:
"Yes, Anos, actually, anyone can achieve that.
As long as... they are always in God’s love."
This answer was so ordinary that it took the Princess by surprise.
On any street corner, if one were to ask a devout True Believer the sa question, his answer might not differ much from Mira’s.
Could it be... just her misperception?
Anos bit her finger thoughtfully, her eyes lowered.
Perhaps...
After a while, Mira spoke:
"Anos, playing the role of the ssenger all these days, I’ve heard countless prayers. I found that these people all staunchly believe that God has a Primordial aspect.
While a lie remains a lie, if it’s repeated thousands upon thousands of tis, it’s hard not to feel a bit uneasy..."
Her tone was so normal that even Anos couldn’t tell she was changing the subject.
"Mira, don’t worry,
Whatever happens, it’s a matter for thousands of years in the future."
Anos comforted Mira in this way.
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