flame.
Black flames spread rampantly throughout the magnificent church before us.
Thick smoke billowed into the entire church, leaving behind only ashes and heavy burn marks.
Through the stained glass windows adorned with intricate patterns, the blinding sunlight streamed even more directly in through the broken opening.
The harsh environment did not affect Gu Xinghe.
His expression was indifferent as he looked down at the saintly woman kneeling and weeping before the only remaining statue of God in the church.
"Tap—tap—tap—"
The crystals formed from suffering paved this sacred path of divine revelation.
And the sacred path that was once trodden by the noble saintess was now casually trampled underfoot by Gu Xinghe.
Stepping over the ruins and rubble, Gu Xinghe walked to Teresa's side.
She is the only person in this church who has not escaped and has survived to this day.
What appeared in the other person was not the kind of piety that wanted to "live and die" with one's faith.
Rather, it was a more complex emotion that interested him.
At that moment, as if hearing his footsteps, Theresa, who had been immersed in grief, gently raised her head, her voice trembling.
"You are... Gu Xinghe..."
Upon seeing Gu Xinghe, Teresa inevitably recalled the series of things he had done before—
The opponent undoubtedly possessed an imposing and unstoppable presence, like a fierce storm sweeping in.
It was a natural disaster that no one could predict or avoid.
It doesn't come because of any one specific person, yet it encompasses everyone.
Just as no one would blame a natural disaster with the emotions of someone who has suffered a man-made calamity, but would only regret their powerlessness when faced with a natural disaster.
Therefore, it is only natural that everyone would attribute these grand and irresistible signs to the authority of the gods.
Without a doubt, all miracles are actually just natural disasters.
They exert their influence without caring, or even consciously.
Like a chess player, they manipulate each piece with unrestrained freedom.
They bestow miracles upon the world time and again, only to allow them to become natural disasters for humankind.
However, suddenly, Theresa realized that the young man before her was different from the other gods.
Because she clearly sensed that some kind of "miracle" was truly happening—
She realized that names were the connection between the young man before her and His followers, and also the anchors He had cast into the world.
The moment she uttered the other person's name, she "met" this deity and formed a "connection" with him.
Therefore, she naturally became the anchor point that ensured his continued existence in this world.
The dazzling yet gentle sunlight shone directly onto her face through the holes in the stained glass.
Theresa saw Gu Xinghe walking towards her.
He treads on a path paved with the crystallization of suffering, yet he arrives carrying the radiance of hope and miracles.
It was as if they were gods who were fulfilling their duties and walking the path they were meant to take.
He treads upon all suffering and calamity, and brings the day of ultimate hope after an endless, long night.
At this moment, Theresa could no longer tell that she was crying.
It was the glaring sunlight that caused her to uncontrollably shed physiological tears.
Or perhaps it was because of some indescribable emotion she felt after meeting the gods that caused her to burst into tears uncontrollably.
But she was very clear about one thing—
At this moment, the young man before them, like other gods, was a "natural disaster" in his very existence.
But the humanity that still remained in him was the biggest difference between him and them.
She didn't want his humanity to disappear completely.
She didn't want him to be the kind of god she knew, and who had recently devoted her faith to.
But looking at Theresa, whose white dress was now covered in dust and dirt, and who looked at him pitifully like a young animal, he was struck by her pitiful expression.
Gu Xinghe's thoughts began to drift away—
She looked exactly like that gentle, white moonlight who died young.
At this moment, Gu Xinghe thought to himself, somewhat inappropriately.
At this moment, she felt an extremely complex mix of faith and New Year's sentiments, which had been shattered and then rebuilt.
And that feeling of betting everything on him, of seeing him as the last hope, a desperate gamble.
That was undoubtedly what interested him.
The sudden, wonderful idea finally stirred his long-dormant thoughts.
With this in mind, Gu Xinghe began to implement the first step of his "White Moonlight Rescue Plan"—
So he stepped forward.
He wiped the dirt off Theresa's raised face with the pad of his right thumb, then extended his hand to invite her.
So, are you coming home with me now?
"good……"
Theresa slowly but firmly placed her hand in Gu Xinghe's palm.
She no longer wanted to be an insignificant part of the storm.
Compared to other "natural disasters".
The young man before him was clearly aware that he was causing a kind of "man-made disaster" stemming from his very existence.
He himself is trying his best to minimize the influence that he has unconsciously spread.
Perhaps it was because she was unaware of, or had no opportunity to participate in, the other person's past experiences.
This gave him a unique humanity that set him apart from the so-called gods of the world.
Theresa was perfectly clear that she was not meant to be a shackle that would bind the young man from continuing his actions.
Instead, they are trying to become part of the habitat of this hurricane that is destined to never end.
He was her final destination after a long period of wandering, and she could be a place for him to rest and relax.
In the dazzling sunlight, amidst eyes brimming with tears.
Theresa realized that she could no longer even see Gu Xinghe's face clearly.
His face seemed to be shrouded in a dazzling white light, making it difficult to see clearly.
And in this hazy, seemingly nonexistent expanse.
The only thing Teresa could truly feel was the warmth conveyed to her by the clasped hands of the other.
If she had the chance to do it all over again, she would wish she had met him much earlier.
At that time, their encounters will no longer be a "natural disaster" and a chance meeting of survivors.
At that time, she will be one step ahead in escaping the quagmire of the Thorn Cult.
It is a gift to give to the other person for the first time they met, and also a gift for the long-awaited reunion.
This is what Theresa thought to herself.
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