Chapter 220
Misfortune always rides a rapid current and comes crashing in like a tsunami.
Like the tsunami of misfortune that made me lose my mother and leave the village in my childhood, now too my misfortune came rushing in rapidly and relentlessly.
A cliff that looks dizzyingly high.
Below, rough waves crash violently.
And in my eyes, I see a group of fanatics gathering, shouting "Amen".
Heavy rain pours down.
The village visible below the cliff is already in a state of total destruction.
From far away, I hear screams and the sound of something collapsing.
The sound of wolves howling echoes from somewhere in the village.
A huge golden flame burns in the center of the village.
I cut down the fanatics who rush at me like mad as I stand on top of the cliff.
As if they’ve become moths drawn to the light, they run endlessly towards death.