"Please forgive me, my goddess—I mean, God," the head priest pleaded, head lowered and body flat against the grass. His eyes were wide, almost popping out of their sockets as he trembled—not from fear, but reverence.
Despite his age, his body looked younger and healthier than ever, as if blessed just by being in the presence of the man seated calmly on the rock before him.
"Hm, forgiveness accepted," Kyle said casually, lounging on the rock as he snapped his fingers. His gaze shifted to the younger priest nearby, who was bowed at a perfect ninety-degree angle but lacked the trembling devotion of the elder. It was understandable.
The boy had yet to witness a true miracle performed by the so-called 'healing god'—the divine scammer himself.
