Men, women, and Humanoid Summoners of different sizes and skin colours bowed as Cain walked towards the balcony.
An open black robe draped over his magnificent body, his long black hair cascading down his back. The robe left his prominent chest and rows of abs exposed, while loose black pants caressed his legs as he walked.
Barefooted, Cain passed through the wide doors of the enormous worship hall and stepped into the bright sunlight.
It shone upon his face as though welcoming his presence.
Cain stopped at the balcony, one hand resting on the stone railing. Beneath his lofty position knelt thousands of worshippers wrapped in black garments.
Fanatics, the ignorant called them.
These were people whose eyes had been opened, whose ears could hear, whose hearts had transformed into what this new age required.
Their voices rose in worship. They trembled at his presence.
"In the past, Earth had a hierarchy, and one race sat proudly at the top." Cain's eyes swept across the crowd.
