At the same time, in the headquarters church of the Sixth Parish of the Light King Sect.
The smoke of the Artificial Sky War had dissipated for two days, yet the surroundings of the church were still a scene of devastation.
Ruins were everywhere, the ground was uneven, and due to damaged sewers, the air was filled with a pungent smell. The once grand and magnificent building now left only a dilapidated framework. The church walls were covered with cracks, and the stained glass windows had long shattered, leaving only some remaining fragments that glimmered weakly in the sunlight, silently telling the tragedy of the war.
However, despite the church's dilapidated appearance, countless believers gathered at the doorstep. They stood amidst the ruins, holding candles, softly praying and singing hymns.
The faces of these believers showed exhaustion, yet also revealed anticipation for the future and firm faith. Their eyes were full of devotion and reverence.