At this moment, the world was dim.
Originally covered with dense waterways, the dangerous marshes were gradually drying out, baked and steamed.
As the figure riding the Steed of Light and Shadow passed by, wielding the Bible, city after city was enveloped in thick ashes, life extinguished, and everything fell silent.
Even the fiercest venomous insects retracted under the mud pits at this moment, daring not to make any sound.
However, in this silence, a song was slowly chanted, with the storm as the symphony.
"He came from chaos, felt grace, and listened to the laws of heaven! Renounced teachings for life! Battled the light of the world! The great Divine Words! The noble sun! The utmost holy grace! The widely beloved Divine Dependents, decreeing over all creatures!
The future was already destined, the world would ultimately turn to ashes! Folding papers would bring salvation, and ashes would nurture new life! This radiant truth! The blazing True Words! Among the ashes..."