The brilliance atop the high mountain disturbed the Holy Land Guardians of the Ancient Kingdom.
The people of Logos watched the vast glow of light in disbelief as the whole dark night burned away like paper caught in flame.
Even the Nus Kingdom across the sea could see that glow.
That brilliance was so divine, it was like a revelation from heaven.
Every person of Logos, inexplicably, came to realize something in unison — a new Prophet had been born.
This sensation, welling up from the soul bestowed by God, was like a direct revelation from God Himself.
The people of Logos hurriedly knelt down, their hands clasped together in prayer, facing the sacred mountain.
The brilliance continued until the dawn of the next day when it slowly faded away.
A figure with Casas on his back, slowly descended from the summit, and saw the Priests who had been waiting at the mid-mountain altar for a long time.
"I am Noen."
Noen spoke slowly,
"The chosen one of God."
As his words fell,
