Only God
Chapter 365 - 321: Great Power

Chapter 365: Chapter 321: Great Power

The parched land was healing, and instead of reverting to its original barren state where not a blade of grass grew, successive stalks of wheat sprouted, bearing full ears heavy with grain. These ears of wheat, once harvested, could not only be ground into flour for food but also sown into the ground, yielding even more grains.

Beyond wheat, the forests that had been burnt or withered from lack of water were gradually reviving too. Under the splendor of radiant light, tree crowns were as dense as in spring, branches bloomed with flowers, and fruit trees bore large, sweet fruits.

Cattle and sheep grazed on the abundant grasses, finally satiating the hunger they had endured for many days. It would not be long before offspring were born and the cycle continued, restoring everything to the way it had been before destruction descended.

Under that sunlight, the people who had survived the ordeal enjoyed the sweet benevolence bestowed upon created beings.

Atop the walls of Danschel City, King Phil stood up, still clad in his armor, his crown still atop his head. He looked incredulously at the scene before him—the war had subsided, and all things were reviving.

His warriors all knelt on the ground, hands clasped in prayer. They prayed to a Divine being whom they had never seen before, and under this overwhelming influence, King Phil also knelt down. His knees touched the ground, and the bloodstains on the stone bricks reminded him that he had once died, now resurrected from death.

King Phil lowered his kingly head, beneath the dazzling golden radiance above, the King had never been so devout.

He no longer cared that the enemy still occupied the city, for King Nesol too knelt before the same miracle. He no longer fought for the survival of the city under his feet because, apart from the heavens being higher than the earth, the heavenly glory at this moment was more worthy of reverence.

Before this immense grace, there was no war on this earth, no slaughter, and so many ignominies vanished into nothingness.

"I pray to you...

the Heavenly savior, the King of Kings..."

whispered King Phil with trembling voice.

Inside Danschel, tens of thousands of people, whether they had once faced each other in battle or supported one another, all knelt regardless of friend or foe, man or woman, old or young, praying together to the same Divine being, for the authority of that High Heaven already surpassed all earthly powers, for the heavenly Law had already triumphed over earthly desires.

Catherine stood within this light, tears streaming incessantly from her eyes, deeply moved by the sight before her, not because everyone kneeled on the ground praying to the same God, but because... those almost unbelievably ethereal stories turned out to be true, human life was not overlooked, and a promise made thousands of years ago was fulfilled.

The other True Believers also shed tears, repetitively reciting the ancient Scriptures, once, twice, dozens, thousands, millions of times.

Embarking on a road long known to be narrow, fraught with peril and hardship, countless had martyred themselves for it, devoid of the majority of wealth and glory, with only the words of Scripture in the faith and the support of brethren, was this steadfastness a weak self-deception, or a great struggle about redemption... until the Heavenly City came, all doubts could be taken only to the grave.

But now...

The truth had become self-evident.

The splendor shone upon the earth for seven days and nights. The reborn people kept praying on the land, and when the brightness slowly retracted, faded away, the uncountable voices of prayer still filled the air.

In Danschel City, King Phil sat upon the throne in the Palace, facing King Nesol.

A war that had begun over desires, and now, the sovereigns of both kingdoms looked upon each other as equals, with no swords in their hands, as though they were brothers.

After the miracle, the mortals upon the earth dared not wage war again, and they all laid down their swords. To wage battle again might require the passing of this generation, or perhaps many springs and autumns, or maybe just a few short years, but for now, there was no war. People, whether out of fear or out of being moved, simply did not let war come to this world again.

And the two kings, who once regarded each other as sworn enemies, now could share the same room.

King Phil looked at King Nesol, who had returned the abundant food and wealth plundered from Danschel, and furthermore, the two kingdoms were to sign a brotherly alliance, merging into one nation, forever sheltering each other.

All of this seemed like a dream, but with the arrival of the miracle, even the most illogical of events truly transpired.

This miracle of resurrection... conferred a profound shock upon everyone.

King Phil heard that at that moment, King Nesol, having witnessed the dead come back to life, immediately knelt down and swore to the God above to sacrifice his own throne to Him.

God certainly wouldn’t care for a mortal’s throne, but the shock left on King Nesol by that miracle was tremendous, and his soldiers, having witnessed the miracle, no longer wished to pursue warfare.

King Phil didn’t know how many wars had been dissolved by this resurrection, or how many kingdoms would henceforth establish the True Religion as their state religion.

What he did know was that, fortunately, due to this cause, King Nesol had extended the olive branch of friendship, and the two kingdoms would merge as equals, while Danschel rose to become a great nation, no longer living in fear of invasion.

"This is all... God’s will, Nesol, my brother."

King Phil stood up, taking two cups of grape wine from a servant’s hand,

"It is our Lord who bids us do this, we proclaim our great friendship in His radiant glory."

King Nesol took one of the cups of grape wine from King Phil, each king drained theirs in one gulp, and then signed their names on the parchment of the alliance, also pressing their seal with fingerprints.

"To the friendship of our kingdoms!"

King Nesol raised his cup of grape wine and proclaimed loudly.

"To an eternal friendship!"

King Phil said likewise.

Above the Palace, rows of Ministers held their cups of grape wine high, with cheers resonating like waves.

Draining the blood-like wine in one gulp, King Phil first raised his hand, removed the crown from his head, and then offered it to King Nesol before him.

King Nesol too removed his crown and placed it upon King Phil’s head, as if to crown him, while King Phil also crowned Nesol’s head with Danschel’s crown.

In the Palace, the Ministers tasked with recording history noted every word and action of the two kings; this scene would be etched into Danschel’s chronicles,

The two kings cast aside all former enmities; they ceased to view each other as foes, and exchanged the crowns upon their brows and the scepters in their hands, while God’s radiance shone upon them, bearing witness to the undying friendship and the sovereignty between the two kingdoms.

The chronicles would record it, and as the king of Danschel was crowned as Emperor a thousand years later, these ancestral deeds would become an everlasting legacy.