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Diego Montoro slowly walked to the podium on the high platform, looking down at the people with a loving gaze. His eyes were filled with warmth and compassion, as if he were a deity caring for all beings. He then raised his hands high, his voice deep and powerful, resonating with infectious energy: "Oh my people! Blessed ones! Those who break through the darkness... good souls walking the righteous path! Today... you are blessed!"
Hearing these words, the townspeople rose from their seats, their faces filled with fervor and reverence, and then they knelt in unison. A wave of devout prayers filled the church as the townspeople clasped their hands together, softly reciting some ancient scripture.
Eileen, Mark, and Lisa watched this scene unfold, unsure of what to do. They exchanged glances, feeling the intense religious atmosphere around them, filled with unease and doubt. Isabella on the platform smiled at them, her eyes hinting at something. She gently nodded, seemingly urging them to kneel as well.
Mark whispered, "What should we do? Should we kneel with them?"
Eileen bit her lip, weighing her options before quietly saying, "We'd better follow their ritual to avoid raising suspicion."
Lisa nodded in agreement and softly replied, "Yes, we need to keep a low profile for now and wait for the right moment to act."
The three exchanged glances before slowly rising from their seats and mimicking the townspeople's actions as they knelt down. Eileen felt her knees touch the cold floor, sending a shiver through her body, but she fought to maintain her composure.
Diego Montoro looked at the kneeling crowd below him, his smile becoming even more benevolent. His gaze lingered on Eileen and her companions for a moment, as if appreciating their obedience. He then continued speaking: "Under this radiant protection, we shall receive supreme blessings and strength. The light of the Holy Angel will illuminate our path and lead us toward a bright future."
The townspeople's prayers grew louder, filling the church with a solemn and sacred atmosphere. Eileen, Mark, and Lisa felt an invisible force pressing upon their spirits, making it hard for them to breathe.
"I must stay calm and record every detail," Eileen reminded herself internally, striving to focus on observing and documenting.
Isabella smiled at them, her eyes reflecting satisfaction and encouragement. Her smile brought Eileen an inexplicable sense of comfort, as if this woman's very presence was a source of solace and protection.
As the prayers continued, Diego Montoro began leading the crowd in some kind of ritual. His voice was deep and powerful, imbued with mystery and solemnity. Eileen, Mark, and Lisa sensed that the atmosphere within the church was becoming increasingly sacred and grave, as if they were participating in an ancient and mysterious ceremony.
Diego Montoro stood on the high platform, raising his hands, his face alight with fervor and excitement. His voice was deep and powerful, echoing throughout the church, filled with infectious energy. "Everything is as He has told us... His slumber... has come to an end, breaking free from the cocoon!"
His voice rose higher, as if each word burned with an invisible force. "He will tear apart the lies of false gods, piercing through their veils of shame... Two hundred and twenty-one years of waiting! It has come to an end! Let us do as He says! When the three wise men arrive! Let us begin our final feast! Right here in the Hall of Great Achievements!"
Eileen knelt on the ground, listening to Diego Montoro's words, feeling a chill run down her spine. Each sentence felt like a cold knife stabbing into her heart. An inexplicable fear swirled within her, as if something terrible was about to happen. Her hands trembled slightly as she struggled to remain calm, but that fear only intensified, becoming uncontrollable.
Behind her, the townspeople shouted wildly, their voices filled with fervor and worship, as if every word spoken by Diego Montoro was the ultimate truth. Their cries echoed within the church, forming a powerful wave of sound that pressed against Eileen's eardrums.
"What is happening?" Eileen thought in silent terror, feeling her entire being enveloped by this frenzied atmosphere, unable to escape.
Mark and Lisa knelt beside her; though they wore expressions of shock, there was also a glimmer of curiosity and confusion in their eyes. Mark whispered to Eileen, "This ritual... they really seem to believe in all of this."
Eileen nodded and replied softly, "But this is just too bizarre. We need to find more clues and figure out what is really going on."
Diego Montoro continued speaking, his voice brimming with passion and zeal. "Today, we shall witness a great moment! His arrival will bring light, dispelling darkness and allowing our souls to be reborn. This is the moment we have long awaited; let us welcome His coming together!"
The townspeople's shouts reached a crescendo as they raised their hands high, their eyes shining with fervent light. Eileen felt dizzy, as if all of this were an unending nightmare.
Diego Montoro's hands remained raised, his expression solemn and sacred. His gaze swept across the entire church before finally resting on Eileen and her companions, as if confirming their presence. There was an unfathomable emotion in his eyes that made Eileen feel an inexplicable pressure.
At that moment, a sudden commotion erupted from the platform, drawing the attention of Eileen, Mark, and Lisa. Carmen emerged from backstage pushing a large table adorned with a bright red cloth; something seemed to be covered beneath it.
Carmen's appearance triggered a frenzied reaction from the crowd. As they saw the table being brought out, the townspeople erupted into shouts of disbelief and excitement, their faces alight with overwhelming enthusiasm. The entire church became even louder in an instant, as if a silent earthquake had erupted within everyone's hearts.
Eileen's eyes widened as she stared at the table covered with a bright red cloth, her mind filled with confusion and unease. A chill crept up from the base of her spine, and her entire body became rigid.
"What is that?" Mark whispered, his gaze filled with deep uncertainty and anxiety.
"I don't know, but it can't be anything good," Lisa replied, her voice trembling slightly.
Carmen pushed the table to the center of the platform, his movements awkward and slow, yet his eyes sparkled with a kind of frenzied enthusiasm. He stood beside the table, his face alight with ecstasy, as if he were about to unveil a world-shattering secret.
Diego Montoro smiled at Carmen before turning to the crowd, his voice booming and passionate. "Dear citizens, today we shall witness a sacred moment! On this table lies the Holy Relic we have long awaited, which will lead us to a bright future!"
The townspeople's cheers reached a new crescendo, their hands raised high, eyes gleaming with fervor. Eileen felt dizzy, as if all of this were an unending nightmare from which she could not awaken.
"What on earth is happening?" Eileen thought in silent terror, struggling to maintain her composure.
Carmen stood by the table, a mad smile spreading across his face. His hand slowly reached for the bright red cloth, his movements deliberate and ritualistic. The atmosphere in the church grew even tenser as everyone held their breath, waiting for the secret about to be revealed.
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