Clouds descend as mist, flas rise as smoke,
All things possess a nature and follow that very essence.
A person may ascend endlessly or fall into perpetual decline.
For clouds descend as mist, and flas rise as smoke,
Thus light poured in, and love arrived here.
Over the vast Festival Lake,
A crowd was abuzz, instantaneously sinking into a collective terror.
Our Envoy... why must she repent so profoundly?
After the shock, they looked at each other, an indescribable panic spreading rapidly.
Festival Lake fell into a lantable silence, the Believers casting occasional glances at Pastor Flora, hoping for an answer from her.
What has our Envoy... endured?
Why do her words tremble so?
Why can’t we hear the firm conviction we expect in her voice?
The day of Prophecy fulfillnt arrived, they chanted Scriptures day after day, living in heresy, only for today, how could it lead to such an outco...
Pastor Flora, who had kept her gaze fixed on Anos, was pale; she wanted to say sothing, but this Pastor knew nothing.
Flora’s eyes were filled with horror and confusion; in truth, she stood at a crossroads, uncertain if Anos’s repentance at this mont was part of God’s plan or a shaful betrayal.
Therefore, Flora barely managed to soothe the distraught Believers with her gaze, her entire being in turmoil.
"I repent, I repent to the Lord,"
On Lake Heart Island, Anos repeated once more, staring at the Six Gods,
"I no longer stand with you."
"I...
have made my choice..."
"I know; I am rely human."
As her words fell again, the previously perplexed and horrified crowd were dragged into a fear-filled Abyss.
I am rely human...
Did this imply that the Primordial ssenger rejected the Path to Divinity...
Sothing from her words drained the color from their faces.
Panic began to spread among them like a plague.
Flora was unsteady, nearly collapsing; she clenched her teeth, her mind a tangled ss, staring fixedly at her daughter.
"Anos... what in the world are you..."
Anger... Flora’s voice carried a grinding resentnt.
For this day, the Primordial Church, like giant rats, lurked in the darkness underground, their assembly places were tombs, heresies a lingering gloom, all for the day they could erge incontrovertibly with the guise of truth, and on this day of prophecy’s fulfillnt, her daughter, the Primordial ssenger, announced her own betrayal.
"Lord... punish her!
She has been seduced by the harlot!"
Flora cursed her daughter in a low voice.
The love of the past, under fanaticism, was as fragile as dampened papyrus.
On Lake Heart Island, Anos t the gaze of the Six Gods.
Those Divines no longer bowed their heads; they looked upon Anos as one would a sworn enemy.
Betrayal...
Shaful betrayal.
Centuries of devotion, only to be t with a fatal blow today.
"Her will is of no consequence."
Slowly, the Head of the Six Gods coldly spoke forth:
"Lady of Suffering, we treated Slaier as we did; now do the sa unto her."
The God of Lies and Trickery, Slaier, caught in the trap of the Six Gods, was eventually transford by the Lady of Suffering into the Gatekeeper for the Primordial Church. Now, the intent of the Head of the Six Gods was clear; they needed a Primordial ssenger akin to the Gatekeeper.
In other words, the Six Gods required only one Divine King.
They cared not whether the Divine King possessed free will, or was rely a marionette.
Listening to the Six Gods determining her fate, Anos’s expression beca serene.
"Six Gods, I reject indifference and also spurn heartlessness and desire.
The path to Divinity and the Heavenly Road,
God has already pointed out which one is the better path for ."
The Golden Heart shielded her from joys and sorrows, and from the faith that countless people treasure, but it could never shield love.
"Anos, I rember you are a non-believer,"
the Lady of Suffering suddenly said.
Always silent, this enigmatic figure seed less a behind-the-scenes mastermind and more an Observer.
"Yes, indeed, I don’t believe in Him,
and to this very day, I still haven’t felt the fervor of faith..."
Anos didn’t look at her but looked at the surface of the lake instead,
"I can find a hundred scriptures to prove I don’t believe in Him,"
"But on that day,"
"Out of the millions of people in this world, Mira just happened to co to my side."
Her words fell on the near-silent Festival Lake, so clear,
clear enough to seem to have an almost infinite penetrating power.
The Six Gods aid to shatter this person’s will.
Yet Anos continued to gaze at the lake.
She stretched out her hand, gently touching the ice-cold water.
Ripples were stirred up, her gaze seed to penetrate deep into the water.
"Mira... can you hear ..."
Anos spoke softly, unconcerned by the others around,
as if she was truly speaking to soone, as if soone truly listened to that confession.
The Six Gods watched this apostate Primordial ssenger, already beginning to prepare to shackle the opera’s actor once again and to confine the bird back into the cage called fate.
All seed so natural, as a surging flood will not flow backward, for it was prophecy, the future that must co to pass.
Humans... seem born to obey fate.
The believers by the lake were confused and afraid, now wavering.
Our Envoy is confessing...
Could it be that we have been wrong all along?
Anos faced the calm lake as if accepting her fate.
Her fingertips gently touched the water’s surface.
Whush...
A shape slowly rose from the depths of the lake.
An extraordinary event was about to unfold.
The Six Gods’ pupils constricted bit by bit.
And there by the lake, Pastor Flora, as if acutely aware of sothing, began to tremble.
In Anos’s eyes, a figure was reflected.
Mira’s silhouette rose slowly from the bottom of the lake, and the Envoy extended a hand, lightly touching Anos’s fingertips with a gentle smile.
She heard Anos’s confession, and God listened too.
The Envoy’s lips moved, as if asking: When do we confess...
"Mira,"
Anos said softly,
"I confess..."
A single desire can lead one to endless damnation, while a kiss can save a person.
Anos had never understood confession before, she scoffed at the Envoy’s words, who asked, "When do we confess," and her answer was "never," which was so resolute. She clung to her will as a caged bird clings to its cage, after enduring too much bitter cold, no longer hoping for warmth, mistaking fate for eternity.
But...
A confession ca from the darkness, a soul was about to be reborn.
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