Chapter 38: Anomaly… Lathel…
Meanwhile, at the Church.
In the main hall, where the believers usually came to offer their reverence and sincere prayers.
However, the place was now dark and desolate, with a frighteningly somber atmosphere, a complete contrast to the divinity and grandeur of the daytime.
Here, a middle-aged woman was lighting white candles.
As she lit the candles, tears flowed, rolling down her cheeks and falling to the ground.
In the gloomy, dark space, combined with the vastness of the main hall, the woman’s figure appeared more lonely and desperate than ever.
The faint candlelight did not make the place brighter; on the contrary, it filled the space with a mournful atmosphere.
She carefully lit each candle, and even when hot wax dripped onto her hands, her face showed no emotion.
It was as if all her emotions had died.
"Anna?" Suddenly, a voice called out.
The woman slowly raised her head, looking towards the door. There, a maid was standing, her face showing a hint of surprise, mixed with a little guilt and worry.