Chapter 3

It has been a decade since that day.

Xeniel's feet had rooted themselves into the golden, marble floor that reflected the light from candles that were set upon the side of the wall. Behind him were the golden walls and latched onto them were windows with a rounded top as the light's rays were welcome through the window that was constructed to have illustrations of many important figures from the bible of the 'Temple of Light' – Including the Goddess of Light herself. As behind Xeniel was filled with colorful windows that latches onto the golden walls and bench-like chairs that are suited for a formal gathering, before him was the golden statue of Illumia, the Goddess of Light and the Successor of Edras.

When Xeniel gave the sculptor description of the Goddess, he was filled with hope that the statue would look exactly like the Goddess herself…and he wasn't wrong. From the dress to her majestic mask – all were perfect as he request the help of the 'builders' to erect the statue in the center of the front of the 'Church of Light'.

He is also grateful for the help of Michael and Gabriel in helping him build the church of his religion, although the two angels convince him to help and join their religion of 'Christianity' that he refuses, as his belief in the Holy Light was stronger than the most durable armor ever hammer in any realm. The angels also explained that this world uses a numeral currency, not the gold that he have when he show them the bag yet they said it wasn't necessary to use them, and the one that he needed to use was paper-like and coins that are known as 'Pound' as he was in a country called the 'united Kingdom' and was in a territory of the country called 'England'.

England was a beautiful territory as the place was futuristic compared to his homeland as many buildings now have glasses latched onto every corner of the building with some architecture reaching to the sky as well their citizen and his neighbors were friendly…but Xeniel was no fool for he knows that there always corruption in any societies. Despite the futuristic-style buildings, Xeniel still harbors the thought of his home as his home, along with the 'Temple of the Light', was no different when it comes to majesty.

As Xeniel continues to pray whilst holding his oracle within his palms before the statue of the Light's Goddess, a voice reaches his ears.

"Father? I hope I haven't interrupted you–" Xeniel turns around to see a pair of people – a priest and a nun – standing behind him as he looks at the priest before changing his line of vision to the nun as the voice belongs to her. " –But there are guests that requested your presence"

Xeniel smiled as he nodded at the two before they bow and left him. Xeniel was grateful for the people that join the religion that he cherished for the first few years of preaching about his religion were horrendous as many threw rocks at him and cursed at him…but he felt nothing but grateful as he knew despite them not appreciate his effort and the religion he followed, he still grateful to them for noticing him. And such many knew him as the 'Light Priest' as Xeniel continues to preach about the enlightenment from the Light for years to come. Now there are many had joined, even though it's only accumulated to twenty people, he is grateful that they have joined at all.

Xeniel closes his oracle before it whisks away in blue light and proceeds to walk, sound of footsteps echoes within the church, towards the two large doors. When he opens the door, he was greeted by three people – two people dressed in white robes with hoods covering their faces as charcoal shadow painted their faces, and the third person whom he recognized was a priest - Christianity as well for he saw a cross dangling from his neck.

Xeniel, who has opened the door wide to let the guest view him in his priest suit, spokes as he closes his eyes and smile "What can I help you, father?"

"...Archangel Michael said you can help us"

–Xeniel's eyes sharpen and hardened.