The warm sunshine rose from the end of the sea level, shining on the devastated land. People looked at it all in confusion. Although seven days had passed since the incident, everyone still felt it was unreal.
The hometown that I was familiar with turned into a scorched earth overnight, with corpses and blood everywhere. It was like a sudden nightmare, but this nightmare had no end and there would be no moment to wake up.
So far, the authorities have not given any explanation for this sudden incident. The atmosphere in Maluri Port has become depressing. Warships are docked undisguisedly on the side, and the soldiers' gazes are like sharp knives cutting everyone in their sight.
When the people were in panic, the Orthodox Church appeared in front of everyone. They comforted the people but did not deliberately preach. The hospitals were already overcrowded, and most of the civilians who were not seriously injured were accepted and treated by the Orthodox Church.
As the core area of the battle, the Theater Square was blocked and was not reopened until today. Orthodox believers gathered here, and they knew very well what to do today.
The Orthodox Pope was supposed to be enthroned here seven days ago, but the sudden explosion and fighting put an end to it all. The believers are very worried about the Pope's condition. There are rumors that the Pope was injured in the chaos. There are also rumors that what happened on the night of the enthronement is not only what people know. It seems that believers of the Evangelical Church also appeared here and clashed with the Orthodox believers.
In short, there are many, many strange speculations. The devout believers called that night the Night of Suffering. In order to calm everyone's suspicion and anxiety, the Orthodox Church will re-perform the coronation ceremony here and give everyone an answer.
Inside the Orthodox church, a man was adjusting his clothes in front of the mirror, painful howls could be heard from time to time outside the window, nuns were walking between the buildings holding bloody bandages, and the smell of blood filled the air.
After making all the preparations, the man reached out and picked up the black mask beside him and put it on his face.
Looking at himself in the mirror, it was as if he was facing the abyss in the mirror. His gaze did not stay there for too long. Lawrence still had things to do today, so he turned around and prepared to leave the room.
His movements suddenly stopped. He didn't know when the girl was standing by the door. She seemed to have been waiting for him.
When Liya saw Lawrence looking at her, she lowered her head slightly, as if she didn't dare to look at Lawrence. She made strange sounds, intermittently, as if she wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything because of nervousness.
"What's up, kid?"
A gentle voice sounded from under the mask, and Lawrence walked to the girl's side and stroked her head tenderly.
Lawrence remembered this child. Her name was Leah. She was a lively and cheerful child before the Night of Bitterness, but after the Night of Bitterness, Leah became completely silent. She used to be radiant, but now she was swallowed by shadows.
His eyes moved up and down. The girl was still wrapped in bandages. The fireworks had burned her body. A corner of her cheek was also bandaged. It seemed that she didn't want others to see this, so she deliberately grew her hair long to cover that part.