In the solemn and sacred church of a small African nation called Yasil, devout people gathered. A young, tall man clad in a blue and white cape knelt before the priest, a 'z' emblazoned on his chest. With hands clasped, he prayed earnestly. As he rose, his face bore the angelic determination of a deity descending to save humanity.

"Father, I am ready to depart."

The old priest, his hair white and body thin, smiled kindly and encouraged with squinted eyes.

"Go, Jarrod, and see this once faith-rejecting nation. Through your efforts, people now have the freedom to choose their faith, basking in the Lord's glory."