Alan walked through the rows of benches, full of believers whose form was hidden by black cloaks. As he walked towards the center, the lights in the church began to dim, and it felt as if the darkness was coming alive.
Everywhere he looked, he saw mana come alive, a sight that he didn't see even in the innermost chambers of Lanesha's palace, the home of a Supreme being.
Each and every granule felt different, as if it had a mind of its own, a life of itself. Moments passed by as Alan walked deeper and deeper.
The further he went, the less believers he saw to the sides. The church was bustling at the outskirts, but the numbers decreased as he went further in.
And at some point, whilst he was studying the mana in the church... He felt a few gazes lock onto him, studying him.
He stopped abruptly, but didn't turn around. What was the point anyway? He couldn't figure out who it was no matter what, now, could he?
