Liya had never seen such a fire, blazing white, like a rolling ball of light.
This is a pretty good firework. Just looking at it, you will feel a mysterious sense of holiness, as if the firework fell from heaven at the end of the cloud top.
This was a pleasant firework, but now it brought endless fear to Leah.
The Yega Theater began to collapse before her eyes, and endless white flames spewed out from the cracks. The building was like a dying old man, breathing weakly, and every breath caused waves in the sea of fire. Every wave took away a little of its life until it died completely.
"What exactly... happened?"
Leah witnessed this beautiful collapse. She asked questions, but no one could give her an answer. Then the fanatical roar dragged her back to reality.
The entire night sky was no longer dim; it was lit up by heavy flames, a deep dark red, like a solidified blood stain.
The believers around her were running back and forth. Liya was like a dead leaf in a torrent, being swept away by the crowd and stumbling until she had a chance to catch her breath. She was knocked to the ground, her hands touching the cold ground. She breathed deeply, her mind completely captured by fear.
The sacred ceremony was no longer taking place. This place had turned into a battlefield of hell. There was almost no chance for conversation. The believers of the Evangelical Church just rushed to the theater square. They held weapons of various styles and killed every Orthodox believer they saw with bloodshot eyes.
The cold air was warmed up by the fire, and the sweet smell of blood wafted through the air. This smell filled Liya's nostrils, her stomach churned, and she began to dry heave in nausea.
Suddenly, something touched her hands. It seemed to be running water, but the water was very warm and somewhat sticky...
Among the chaotic figures, Liya looked into a pair of dull eyes.
It was a man, who was lying not far from Liya. A hideous wound split open along his throat, and blood was gushing out of it, spreading all the way to Liya.
Liya was stunned, her body seemed to be petrified. She tried to move her body, but no matter how hard she tried, she could only stay there.
The man's mouth was trembling slightly. He was not dead yet. His hoarse and weak voice reached Liya's ears very clearly.
“Help…Help me.”
Someone stepped on the man's body, and more feet stepped on his body, and more blood gushed out from the wound with the squeezing.
Liya wanted to save him, but the girl was completely dominated by fear. She didn't even have the strength to stand up and run away. She could only watch the man being trampled to death. His body rolled back and forth under the feet of the crowd until he disappeared.
What is this? A religious war
There were fanatical roars all around, some people were reciting doctrines loudly, swinging weapons to hack at others, and cold bodies fell one after another.
Liya couldn't figure it out. She crawled on the ground, hid in the corner of the debris, and curled up her body little by little.
A conflict of faiths, a war between religions.
These words are still too far away for young girls, as far away as the illusory stories in books.