Shadows of fire flicker in the night of the open field.
Once again, I am in an unfamiliar memory. Emerging from the long plain stained with blood and pollution, ruins bearing traces of civilization appear. It was the fallen present of a once prosperous domain.
Corpses reduced to bones, blood drawing bizarre shapes, buildings with vivid scorch marks.
I couldn’t know what incident had occurred here. However, it was clear that the scenery of that day wouldn’t have been very pleasant. The Dark Church was not a messenger bringing freedom and liberation.
They were apostles of indulgence and sin. Probably, unimaginable atrocities that are hard to witness had been committed here as well.
The lamentable fact was that my heart, naturally recalling that scene, was far too calm. As if such tragedies had become all too familiar now.
So perhaps that’s why I responded to the conversation with Emma.
The fact that I could still speak, that I could accept the woman’s sly smile, felt like proof that I…