"My lamb, I forgive your sins."
Belem immediately prostrated himself, his head hitting the floor with a series of thuds. The rapid sound of his bowing was almost a battle in itself, yet after two or three thumps, he suddenly found the sound a bit familiar.
He lifted his head slightly, and the scene before him left him stunned—Eric, having appeared from who knows where, was standing before him with a mocking smile on his face.
"Eric? Hey! You bastard!" Belem immediately leaped to his feet as if jolted awake.
He finally understood what had happened, but he didn't dare to fully believe it.
He instinctively took a few steps back. In the smoke-filled room, the figure of "Christ" still floated in the air, its holy face still gazing down at him. Even though Belem knew this was all probably Eric's "handiwork," he still couldn't comprehend how the scene before him had been accomplished.
