Ainsworth lifted his hand. Sacred wine flasks floated into the air, distributed to the believers.
"To my faithful: prepare the feast of awakening. Tonight, we baptize new blood."
"To the lost lambs: come. Drink. Learn. Rise."
"Or fall behind the new evolving era."
The crowd trembled—not out of fear, but awe.
Some wept.
Some fell to their knees.
If someone were to ask them for a reason why they did so, even they couldn't answer immediately.
Something within them had been stirred, they felt that the man in front of them was of divine origin.
A perfect existence who was untainted by the flaws of the impermanent mortal world. Someone who they could confide in, and would never judge them for their flaws but instead, guide them to the right path.
All of the survivors in the school were successfully converted into believers of the Church of Evolution.
