Outside the window, the night was dense.
The thick power of faith spilled out from each slumbering Minosian, converging crazily towards a small house from all directions.
Inside the house, on the bed, a deity was meditating quietly with closed eyes, as the tangible power of faith turned into golden divine liquid with his every breath, pouring into the space within his heart.
In the vast world, a massive halo turned in the sky with a humming noise, scattering the cold and darkness, bringing warmth and light, and then illuminating the babbling streams and dense forests on the ground.
However, regrettably, of the twelve facets of the light wheel, only two areas were glowing, casting the shadowy images of a golden bull and an azure unicorn whale.
Therefore, most of the world was still shrouded in chaos.
The incoming golden divine liquid, as if guided, poured into the third facet of the light wheel, tumultuously gathering in an attempt to sketch out a new holy spirit in that void.