In every street and alley, everyone was spreading the word of the Primordial Messenger who had suddenly arrived.
She and her unnamed Maid walked through the streets and alleys, her outstretched hand like the hand of God itself, dispelling all suffering, the ever-present torch in her hand as if plucked from the celestial river of light.
Within a short period, the name of the Primordial Messenger had spread throughout the entire City Beneath the City, and in this Land of No Light, the suffering people praised the Envoy, hoping only for her to bring forth the miracles of the Lord.
The Believers here had waited far too long.
Forced by persecution, countless generations of ancestors came to the City Beneath the City, where they prayed day and night for the return of the Primordial, for souls to cross over to Heaven, to fall into the cradle of the Primordial.
However, no matter how much they prayed, the Divine City never once revealed that primordial aspect of God.
