Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 882 - 76: The Sunlight Is Blinding_3
Taking a moment to catch his breath, Solan looked toward the Other Shore, "Miss Red Hair, what should I do next?"
"How would I know? I'm not a politician."
The Other Shore shrugged, "If my friend Ave were here, maybe she could tell you something."
Besides, their "mission" was already complete, and now it was all their own vacation time.
The Other Shore gazed at the morning sunrise and suddenly stopped in her tracks.
A gentle breeze brushed her face, and now she only knew one thing.
Her stomach was hungry.
Solan still wanted to say something, but his thoughts were interrupted by an unprecedented magic power fluctuation.
He noticed the golden dust falling from mid-air. He lifted his hand, a sliver of light gathered in his palm—this was the spell he was most familiar with.
Time and again, healed by such magic, he charged at those invincible enemies.
The golden dust increased in volume, and the light began to flow like melted gold, dripping from his hand, touching the ground. It was no longer ripples but turned into an overwhelming wave of light, gently yet irresistibly surging to all directions, covering every street, every broken building, every dark corner.
This dust, like a rain of life, fell equally on every soul that had not yet departed.
Soon, responses echoed from the ruined landscape.
People crawled out of the rubble.
The Imperial Army, and those Imperial Capital residents who hadn't had time to evacuate.
One, two, ten, a hundred, a thousand...
When Solan came back to his senses, he realized that the Other Shore had already elegantly walked into the deepest part of the golden light rain, with two vague figures beside her, one of whom had a white ragdoll cat yawning on his shoulder, burying its head in the young man's neck, its eyes lazily squinting into slits.
Then, a hand rested on his shoulder.
Solan turned his head and saw Meiliya, who had somehow come behind him.
"Hero."
Meiliya said, "My team-up application with you is still valid." 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶
The same scene was witnessed by Balmon-Margaret, who slowly awoke in the hospital.
Seeing this, the short old lady went to the bedside to open the window, letting the drifting light rain fall into the ward, onto the bed inside.
The next day, another Margaret listened intently, with a sheepskin book full of densely written script in front of her.
Ethan was doing a mission summary.
"A mirrored world woven by the God of Truth..."
Ave-Margaret twirled the quill in her hand deftly.
"What's the God of Truth like? There should be a huge library there, filled with endless knowledge."
Her tone rarely became excited, and the golden hair on her head spun like a propeller.
"What is He like? A white orb of light, a presence of rationality and wisdom. I bet you had a lovely afternoon there. How nice, I wish I could meet the God of Truth just once."
Ave's eyes were filled with yearning.
Where the God of Truth resides is the Holy City in every believer's eyes.
The dream of pilgrimage is shared by every believer; she's no exception.
And with the way Ethan deals with the Old Gods, they surely hit it off immediately. By now, they're likely as friendly as Old Ba and Old An.
"By the way, how do you address Him? Old Truth?"
Ave rambled on for a while, suddenly realizing the atmosphere in the room was somewhat unusual.
Ethan avoided eye contact, looking guilty.
Her heart skipped a beat.
"...You became good friends, right?"
"The situation over there... it's a bit complicated."
Ave crossed her arms, frowning.
"Now, don't rush to panic when I tell you,
"Old Truth,
"seems to have... exploded..."
