He possessed a visage that not even the most legendary sculptor of the Arcane Continent could hope to recreate; merely closing his eyes and sitting quietly, yet no one could ignore his presence.
Those angels looked at him with undisguised longing and adoration.
"Hmm?" He seemed to feel something, his eyelids trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes.
Those golden pupils shone brighter than any light in the world.
He felt a wave of pure Power of Faith, it had been a long time since a believer had brought him such a comfortable sensation.
The God of Light, somewhat curious, turned his gaze toward the source of this faith, and what he saw was a scene from within the Grand Cathedral of Light.
The divinities' children believed that their God would not bestow attention upon mortals; little did they know that, as the most powerful deity in this world, the Divine Sense of the God of Light needed only to stir, and every blade of grass on the entire world could appear before him.