Everything blurred into background noise; this time, he couldn't even make out the faces of those making fun of him. He turned and saw a child in a black robe, its wild fluttering in the air despite there being no wind, as everything had gone still. She looked exceptionally beautiful, with snow-white hair and a unique pair of eyes that resembled an abacus. Each bead within, moving at vigorous speeds, calculating every instance.
[You have acknowledged my presence, mortal. As a reward, I shall grant you my divine grace and appoint you my first apostle.]
That soft voice came again.
He didn't even get to refuse before clutching his head and letting out an agonizing scream. Profound knowledge burrowed its way into his head, granting him mystical knowledge that he was unaware of till now. Ritualistic ceremonies, Sacrificial rituals, whispered secrets, arcane knowledge, cryptic astrological patterns, and countless other esoteric truths came like tidal waves.
