In just a few moments, Raizen raised his hand. The surrounding air suddenly became warm, and it pressed against their hearts.
Soon, there was a light…
It was faint but undeniable that bloomed across the chamber.
Without a doubt, it was the holy power that they heard about! The people couldn't help but feel overwhelmed as the blessing started…
"You seek refuge… You seek strength… You seek survival… Through faith, you will receive it." Raizen said as he began.
One by one, he placed his hand upon their foreheads.
Soon, symbols of faint gold shimmered briefly on their skin before fading…
The light differs from each person, and it was something Raizen could not easily control unless he put a lot of effort.
For those who were able to become priests, there were only humble lights that covered them…
But a handful, those with sturdier hearts and steadier wills, received more. Their marks flared brighter…
They were bishops.
