CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
The Dread Priest suddenly spoke. His voice was ancient yet clear, like the words on a carefully preserved parchment from the old days. Even though he did not seem to have a microphone or loudspeaker, the Dread Priest’s words were clear and understandable to everyone in the massive chamber. And though Beams couldn’t explain it, he sensed that the Dread Priest spoke in English and the Darzen language at the same time.
“Dear Elect!” said the Dread Priest, his voice echoing with power and authority. “Today is a day which we have been looking forward to for eons, the day which thousands of Darzens have lived and died to see come into fruition. It is a day spoken of in the Prophecy, the last Prophecy which the Dread God uttered to his followers before his death. Today is the
