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Inside the church, there were rows of wooden benches on both sides, arranged neatly and solemnly. The front rows were filled with people, clearly the faithful who had just listened to the hymns. Each person was focused, their eyes shining with fervent faith. Their postures were devout, as if participating in a sacred ritual.
At the front of the church, on a raised platform, stood a middle-aged woman clad in a yellow robe, her face radiating joy. She held a short staff in her hand, evidently having conducted the recent singing. This woman exuded a strong presence, carrying an undeniable authority and nobility.
When she saw Diego Montoro enter the church, she immediately knelt on the platform and exclaimed loudly, "The Messenger of Truth!" Her voice echoed throughout the church, filled with reverence and adoration.
Upon hearing her call, the worshippers in the wooden benches quickly knelt down as well, uniformly raising their voices in unison: "Behold! That is the Light!" Their voices were filled with passion and admiration, as if welcoming some divine revelation.
Irene, Mark, and Lisa were stunned by this sudden scene. They stood at the entrance of the church, witnessing everything with hearts full of shock and unease. This absolute obedience and worship made them realize that Diego Montoro held absolute authority and supreme status here.
Diego Montoro smiled as he approached the platform, his gaze kind yet commanding. "Rise, children; these three are our friends who have come here to witness the glory of the Holy Angel."
The woman and the worshippers slowly stood up, still wearing expressions of reverence. The woman respectfully said, "Welcome to you, visitors from afar. This is The Hall of Great Achievements; you will witness miraculous light."
At this moment, Diego Montoro stood on the platform and moved to the main seat. The woman immediately stepped aside obediently, her expression fervent as she gazed at Diego Montoro with boundless reverence and anticipation. The crowd below mirrored this sentiment, their eyes fixed intently on their leader on the platform.
Diego Montoro smiled as he surveyed the faithful below. His gaze radiated warmth and authority, instilling both awe and comfort. "My children, your singing just now was truly moving, filled with pure faith and enthusiasm."
He paused slightly to let the power of his words linger in the air. "I felt the joyous laughter of that existence just now." Diego Montoro's voice was deep and powerful; each word seemed to carry a mysterious force that penetrated every believer's soul.
The crowd erupted in gasps of surprise; their astonishment and joy were palpable. They seemed invigorated by an invisible force, their faces displaying pride for their passionate performance moments ago.
"Our song has received a response from the Holy Angel; that existence is pleased with our faith," Diego Montoro continued, his voice imbued with deep emotion and conviction. "This is the result of our collective efforts; this pure land will forever retain its light against the darkness and evil from outside."
The followers nodded eagerly, whispering excitedly to one another, their eyes sparkling with fervor as if deeply moved by Diego Montoro's words. They felt an overwhelming sense of pride and happiness, knowing that their faith had been affirmed by Diego Montoro and the Holy Angel.
Irene, Mark, and Lisa stood to the side, quietly observing the scene, their hearts filled with complex emotions. They sensed the community's cohesion and fervor for their beliefs, a power that left them both awed and uneasy.
"This atmosphere is truly shocking; their worship of Diego Montoro has reached almost fanatical levels," Mark whispered to Irene and Lisa, struggling to suppress his astonishment.
Irene nodded, a hint of concern flashing in her eyes. "We need to be careful; everything here feels strangely off."
Lisa took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "We must avoid raising their suspicions and proceed according to plan."
Diego Montoro raised his hands high, the light from the stained glass illuminating them as if a divine glow was being transmitted through him. The light cast upon Diego made him appear almost godlike; his figure became immensely sacred and exalted in this radiance, as if he were the embodiment of light itself, the sole spokesperson for a higher power.
Diego began to recite in a language unknown to the three, ancient and mysterious, imbued with an indescribable force. The crowd below echoed his words loudly, their voices filled with fervor and devotion. A woman nearby also recited excitedly, her face radiant with ecstasy as if she were participating in a sacred ritual.
The echoes within the church intertwined with Diego Montoro's voice and that of the crowd, creating a strange resonance as if the entire building was reverberating with this mysterious chant. The angels in the stained glass shimmered in the light, six compound eyes seemingly watching over the church, countless transparent wings fluttering gently, lending an otherworldly atmosphere to the ceremony.
Irene, Mark, and Lisa stood aside, feeling this powerful force wash over them. Their hearts were filled with confusion and unease; the scene was both breathtaking and chilling. As the chanting grew louder, Irene suddenly felt a chill run down her spine; she thought she heard the sound of cicadas. Amidst such loud voices, that cicada song was unusually clear, as if it were right beside her ear.
Irene's hair stood on end, filled with fear and doubt. She tried to ignore the sound, but it only grew louder, echoing incessantly in her mind. The sound was sharp and piercing, causing her waves of headache. She struggled to focus on Diego Montoro's recitation but found that the cicada song acted like an invisible barrier disrupting her thoughts.
Looking around, Irene noticed that the surrounding crowd remained immersed in their fervent ritual, completely oblivious to the cicada song's presence. She turned her gaze toward Mark and Lisa, seeking their reactions. "Did you hear that?" she asked softly, her voice trembling.
Mark furrowed his brow as he scanned the area for the source of the sound. "Hear what?"
"The sound of the Cicada Song... I can hear the sound of the Cicada Song very clearly." Erin's voice was filled with unease, as she felt that the sound was tearing at her sanity.
Lisa also showed a worried expression, holding Erin's hand in an attempt to offer her some comfort. "None of us can hear it; maybe you're just too anxious."
However, Erin knew this was not an illusion. The sound of the Cicada Song lingered in her ears, as if warning her of some impending danger. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, but the sound persisted like a nightmare, growing louder, as if the entire church was filled with this strange noise.
Diego Montoro's recitation grew increasingly fervent, reaching a kind of climax. His voice carried immense power and authority, and the crowd below responded with even more fervent shouts, each face filled with devotion and ecstasy. A woman nearby had tears shimmering in her eyes, as if deeply moved by Diego Montoro's words.
At that moment, Erin felt the sound of the Cicada Song piercing through her soul, becoming clearer and sharper. She instinctively covered her ears in an attempt to block out the noise, but it was futile. The sound of the Cicada Song echoed in her mind, bringing endless fear and unease.
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