Chapter 114
An old husband and wife stood in front of their mud house on a small island in the Arcane Region. Many other mortals like them were evacuated long ago, but they have chosen to stay. At their age, how much time could they possibly have left? They were already in their eighties and even though this number was considered nothing to cultivators, they had lived long enough and had seen enough— especially for one lifetime. They’d rather the resources be spent elsewhere to save others and let their fate be given to the hands of Heaven.
Not everyone has the aspiration to go against the natural order, sometimes, the choice to remain ordinary is the most discerning one.
They held each other tightly as they watched what was seemingly the end of the world.
The sky had fractured. A chaotic storm brewed with lightning tearing through the domain, followed by the deafening roars of thunder. Tempestuous winds howled as dense tornadoes twisted violently across the horizon. Multicolored rays rippled through the clouds, colliding in booming explosions.
The husband and wife shivered at this apocalyptic scene, leaning toward each other hard for an ounce more of comfort.
“Honey… I’m afraid,” the wife whispered, crying.
The husband pursed his lips, being the man, he didn’t want to show any fear, but as he moved his gaze away from above to what was in front of them, he stammered, “It’s—it’ll be ok, my dear wife. Our time has merely co—come, what is there to be afraid of?”
He softly soothed the woman in his arms, all the while, nervously gaping at the towering blue wall that was about to crash into them.
The tsunami was enormous, consuming and obliterating everything in its path. One by one, islands disappeared beneath its waves, and it seemed to grow larger with every passing moment.