"His Holiness the Sword of Divinity!"
"His Holiness stopped the Sun from falling!"
"Oriane bless us! No... His Holiness blessed us!"
Many of the citizens were so moved their eyes filled with tears. They embraced one another, waved their arms, and gazed up at the figure in the sky—a figure like an unshakeable pillar.
Their vision was limited, and they knew little. Many hadn't even heard the argument between Adrian and Eleanor.
They only saw, only felt, the reality before their very eyes.
The terrifying Sun fell, bringing with it apocalyptic panic. Then, His Holiness the Sword of Divinity appeared, the Sun vanished, and all disaster was averted.
Thus, these tears were a cathartic release of fear, the thrill of survival, and even more, a deep gratitude for every bit of change, every sliver of hope and peace that figure had brought over the past eleven years.
