"Throughout Heaven and Earth, there is no greater power than your holiness."
Zealous worshippers prostrated in front of the altar with fervent-looking expressions.
They sat up, pointed their hands towards the ceiling, which had long window panes with an image of God's hand, and then prostrated again.
A dreamy echo resounded across the church as the fervent followers of the divine powers chanted their god's name.
A smiling priest watched the worship ceremony from the second floor.
His hands were covered with the loose sleeves as he wore an alb over his cassock. It was a loose, white, ankle-length tunic.
Thud, thud—heavy footsteps came from the stairs. The priest didn't turn his head, even though the footsteps approached him loudly.
"God's Paladin, you have returned." The priest smiled with arched eyebrows. He looked like he was always smiling. "How was the business in Amaterasu?"