Not everyone was convinced of Asher's divinity, but they were undeterred.
A beautiful woman wearing a nun clothing stepped forward, her presence radiating an aura of innocence and serenity.
Her long, golden hair cascaded down her back like a river of sunset hues, and her bright blue made her look like a saint.
She clasped her hands together in front of her chest, her slender fingers intertwining like the petals of a flower.
Her name was Camilla. She seemed kind, but beneath that facade was something else entirely.
Closing her eyes, she began to pray, her lips moving in soft whispers.
"Oh, Lord Asher, our savior. We thank you for your mercy, for your kindness, and for your selflessness. You have saved us from the brink of destruction, and we are forever in your debt."
As she spoke, her eyes remained closed, and her face tilted upwards, as if basking in the warmth of an invisible heaven.
"Lord Asher, Lord Asher, Lord Asher!" the others chanted.
