Chapter 65: The Dust Settles
Nemo sat firmly on the ground, allowing his robe to be covered with ashes and dust. The strong smell of blood and burnt flesh was still floating nearby. The dark shadow had slowly shrank and melted in the sun. The edges of the space crack slowly squeezed each other, gradually recovering under the constraints of law and made an unpleasant clicking sound.
Oliver lowered his right hand and this time there was no terrible wound on his arm. The silver sword flickered with more dazzling light under the sun, then slowly turned into dust and drifted off in the wind. He looked at the metal dust in his palm in silence, sighed slightly, and moved his gaze to Lavinia on the other side of the crack.
The singing continued. The God of Vincent Town gradually dissipated in reality and at the same time, the divine light faded in the shocked eyes of the townspeople. Their wholehearted faith had lost its direction. The God they believed in had stripped away their rigid dogma and fictional hatred. At this moment, they were weak, ordinary, and free.
People who always claimed to be loved by “God” were always hesitant in face of that true love. They looked at the familiar scenery around them in confusion and subconsciously wanted to follow their leader. Tig Lorenzo stood silently in place, with beautiful blue feather showing from one side of his sleeve.
In the endless emptiness and fear, the townspeople could no longer muster the strength to bear their arms again. The warm melody was like a strange visitor, with a happy smile on his face of reunion after a long separation. He opened his arms to them calmly— unalert and unprepared. They didn’t know this man, but he could insert a sharp blade straight into their beating hearts.
The icicles and ice wall that ran through countless buildings began to collapse.
Pasotolu crossed the ice wall and let out a loud cry. People turned their unaccustomed faces and listened blankly to the voice that had never appeared in their minds before.
The Bluebirds did not defy their young leader this time. They spread their wings in silence and flew away from the crowd. Even the hotblooded youthful Grace Bluebirds who lost their respect for their God and envoy could no longer attack in this gentle melody that seemed to suck out all their will to fight.
The center of the former battlefield was suddenly emptied, and only a few figures remained.