Dressed in a white cassock, an elderly man with a triple tiara looked up at the sky. His face, vibrant and ruddy just minutes before, now bore a grayish hue signifying decay. The mouth that had always been brimming with a gentle smile was now tightly pursed in a straight line, his eyes staring at the sky without focus.
Until the last moment, everything had seemed to go smoothly.
The condition for the Cassock to activate a miracle was the faith of the people; unconscious faith would transform the miracle formed from the anecdote of the Sage from fantasy into reality.
