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The poetry resonated majestically within the church, its deep and solemn melodies echoing all around. Each note seemed to carry a sacred power, evoking a sense of reverence in those who heard it. Erin, Mark, and Lisa sat in the reserved front row, feeling that invisible force growing stronger, as if the poetry itself were part of some ancient and mysterious ritual.
At that moment, a cold-faced man appeared on the platform, drawing everyone's attention. He wore a collar around his neck made of an unknown material. Hanging from the collar were shriveled black spheres that resembled decayed human tissue, emanating a nauseating aura.
The man's complexion was pale, and his eyes were hollow, devoid of any life. The corners of his mouth turned slightly downward, revealing a cold and eerie smile. His movements were graceful yet strange, like a puppet being controlled, lacking any semblance of vitality.
Erin's eyes widened as she stared at the man, feeling a chill run down her spine. His presence made the atmosphere in the church even more bizarre and terrifying.
Suddenly, the man opened his mouth wide and emitted low-frequency sounds reminiscent of cicadas. The sound was deep and resonant, seemingly reaching into the depths of the soul, sending shivers down spines.
Erin felt a cold wave wash over her; the low-frequency cicada song echoed in her ears as if hundreds of cicadas were calling out in her mind. Her heart raced, and she felt utterly captivated by this strange sound. Each vibration felt like a piercing pain, as if the sound were eroding her very soul.
"What is... happening?" Erin whispered, her voice filled with fear.
Mark and Lisa showed little reaction; instead, they curiously watched the man with expressions of intrigue and excitement.
"Is this their special ritual?" Mark murmured, curiosity sparkling in his eyes.
Lisa nodded slightly and replied softly, "This sound is really strange... but it doesn't seem dangerous."
Erin felt a wave of helplessness and fear wash over her. She gripped the armrests of her chair tightly, trying to calm herself. However, the low-frequency cicada song made her feel incredibly uneasy, as if countless cicadas were crawling inside her body, leaving her chilled to the bone.
"This sound... is too bizarre..." Erin said quietly, her voice trembling.
The man's low-frequency Cicada Song continued for several minutes before suddenly stopping. His mouth slowly closed, his gaze remaining hollow and indifferent. The entire interior of the church fell silent once more.
The opening ceremony concluded amid the man's deep, resonant calls, and the atmosphere in the church grew unusually heavy and oppressive. Erin felt a wave of intense discomfort wash over her, as if something were echoing incessantly in her mind, causing her a splitting headache. She gently pressed her fingers against her temples, trying to alleviate the unease.
Lisa noticed Erin's distress and leaned in to ask quietly, "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
Erin forced a smile and shook her hand dismissively, indicating she was fine. "I'm okay; it might just be that sound that made me a bit dizzy."
Lisa frowned but didn't press further. She knew this wasn't the time for questions; they needed to remain calm and vigilant.
At that moment, a wave of fervent praise erupted from the back row. Erin turned to see Diego Montoro slowly walking through the main entrance of the church. The sunlight from the rising sun streamed in behind him, casting his figure in a divine light. The golden rays outlined his silhouette with an aura of sanctity and solemnity that inspired awe.
Diego Montoro stepped into the church, and the townspeople bowed their heads in reverence, their eyes filled with admiration and devotion. The fervent praise continued as everyone expressed their respect for Diego Montoro. His steps were steady and composed, a loving smile gracing his face as if he were savoring this supreme honor.
Erin watched Diego Montoro with a mix of confusion and unease. His presence weighed heavily on her, making her feel as though he was not an ordinary man but a being of unparalleled authority. She followed his every move closely, hoping to glean more clues from his expressions and actions.
Diego Montoro reached the platform at the front and turned to face the townspeople. He raised both hands, signaling for silence. The townspeople immediately ceased their praises, and once again, silence enveloped the church, leaving only Diego Montoro's voice resonating in the air.
"Dear citizens," he began, his voice deep and powerful, filled with magnetism and charisma, "we gather here today to express our gratitude for the protection and grace of the Holy Angel." His voice echoed with strength. "His brilliance shines upon us, allowing us to be reborn from darkness. We must feel His presence with our hearts and let His light guide our way."
The townspeople listened intently to Diego Montoro's words, their eyes brimming with piety and reverence. They bowed their heads silently, hands clasped together as if engaged in some sacred prayer ritual.
Standing before them on the platform, Diego Montoro scanned the entire church before his gaze landed on Erin, Mark, and Lisa sitting in the front row. A smile broke across his face, seemingly genuine in its joy and satisfaction at their presence. Erin noticed that Diego Montoro's smile carried an inexplicable blend of authority and kindness that was both comforting and awe-inspiring.
At that moment, Isabella suddenly called out loudly from the stage, her voice filled with passion and fervor: "The Herald of Will! He is the messenger walking upon the earth!"
Her voice echoed within the church, carrying an irresistible power. Erin, Mark, and Lisa were involuntarily drawn to her words, feeling a strong shockwave ripple through them. Isabella's speech seemed to possess a kind of magic that focused everyone's attention solely on her.
At this time, Raphael and Sophia Esteban also stood up on the stage, their faces serious and solemn. They flanked Isabella, as if supporting the core power of this ritual. Below them, the townspeople erupted into frenzied shouts, their voices filled with zeal and worship, as if welcoming the arrival of a deity.
"Herald! Herald!" the townspeople shouted madly, each person's eyes brimming with admiration and fervor. This atmosphere of frenzy made Erin feel a wave of unease, as if everything here was beyond her comprehension.
Amidst the cacophony of cheers, Diego Montoro slowly ascended the steps to the stage, his footsteps steady and composed. Each step he took felt heavy and powerful, as if proclaiming his supreme authority. Erin looked at Diego Montoro and felt an inexplicable pressure in her heart; this man's presence seemed to possess an irresistible force.
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