Mystery: A Spark

However, anyone who faces him directly will feel a tremor from the bottom of their heart.

It was as if fear had taken over their spirituality, or as if they were facing an unknown being watching them from the depths of darkness.

Suddenly, Anthony opened his eyes and stood up.

The surrounding light suddenly disappeared, as if swallowed up by the darkness in the room.

For a moment, all the worshippers inside the church seemed to feel the arrival of night.

Everything quickly returned to normal, and Saint Anthony appeared before the Charnis Gate beneath the church.

Today, the team on duty is led by "Necromancer" Daly Simone.

Before she could even ask, Archbishop St. Anthony said in a deep voice:

"Get ready, proceed with the process, I am going to awaken the sealed artifact 0-17."

……

On the street in front of a coffee shop in the East District, many people had already collapsed.

Some of them were workers preparing to go to work, some were homeless people who had lost everything and could only make a living by begging, and others were residents from the neighborhood.

Without exception, all of them collapsed to the ground, coughing violently, their lives hanging in the balance.

Even some people who were already in poor health were already facing death at this point.

Among these people were a strikingly beautiful young girl and a little girl.

The little girl also fell to the ground, breathing and coughing with great difficulty.

The girl's condition was slightly better, but not by much.

Coughing, Audrey knelt down beside Vina, hugged her tightly, and her beautiful eyes were filled with tears of confusion and helplessness.

She had been to the East District before and had inhaled the smog there before. Although she had felt uncomfortable, she had never encountered anything like this before.

Disease? Or some kind of evil, extraordinary power? Audrey knew something was wrong, and she wanted to take Vina to church.

Even the nearest church, St. Hillan Cathedral, is more than an hour's walk away.

But given their current condition, they probably couldn't even last ten minutes, let alone talk for an hour.

"Sister...Sister, you...run away..." Vina's weak voice reached Audrey's ears, making her feel even more pained and guilty.

Just now, she had solemnly promised to take care of Vina like an older sister.

But now Vina is in crisis, and there's nothing she can do.

As Audrey watched the people around her fall one by one, like weeds blown by the wind, a sense of powerlessness welled up inside her.

She saw an old man carrying a bag of ham fall down not far away, spilling all the ham.

The old man tried to gather the ham like Vina did, but could only cough more violently until he felt weak all over.

She also heard the old man muttering something:

"why?"

yeah why?

Why is she a psychiatrist who can only treat mental illnesses, rather than some other extraordinary sequence that can treat diseases?

Why didn't she prepare any magical items or medicines that could cure diseases beforehand?

Why is she, as the daughter of a great nobleman, now completely useless?

Why is all this happening?

And most importantly, why has the kingdom never taken serious measures to address the long-standing problem of smog?

Why has the issue of smog control been discussed for so long, yet no concrete measures have been taken?

Why have the kingdom's higher-ups consistently turned a blind eye to the lives of these people? Why must it be this young man, Mr. Heller, who comes up with a solution?

Audrey looked at all this and felt Vina in her arms gradually weaken.

She suddenly felt a little ridiculous.

She has always been proud of her status as a noblewoman and as an extraordinary person.

She was Earl Hall's most beloved daughter, the kingdom's most beautiful jewel, and was favored by many young noble descendants of the kingdom.

She is a Sequence 7 psychiatrist and a member of the secretive and extraordinary Psychological Alchemy Society, which grants her access to a world inaccessible to others.

She was also a member of the Tarot Club, had been involved in and caused the death of Zilingus, and knew many unknown secrets.

However, when her beloved younger sister is in danger, there is nothing she can do.

She could only watch as people fell one by one.

Watching in vain.

They might not even be able to protect themselves.

A laughable noblewoman.

What a load of rubbish—a psychologist.

Audrey felt her cough getting more and more severe, she felt short of breath, and her head getting hotter and hotter.

At that moment, she suddenly had a realization.

It turns out I'm just like them.

After the disaster struck, I would not have an extra life just because of my status.

Even if I am an extraordinary being, I can only last a few minutes longer than them. No one is more noble than anyone else... Audrey hugged Vina and pressed her face against Vina's slightly cold face, preparing to quietly await death.

She knew she couldn't escape.

With the entire Backlund shrouded in smog, where could she possibly escape to?

Audrey only hoped that the church could respond in time and protect her parents and brother from harm... She slowly closed her eyes.

Just then, she felt as if a light had appeared in front of her.

Audrey opened her eyes in a daze and saw a pillar of light that stretched from the sky to the ground.

The beam of light descended from the sky, piercing through the dim smog, as if bringing hope.

“Light…” Audrey murmured softly.

She saw that after the pillar of light descended, countless golden rays of light fell from the sky, then dispersed into wisps of light rain that drifted down.

As the sunlight fell on Audrey, she immediately felt her breathing difficulties lessen, her feverish head gradually subside, and her cough also subside.

Mother Earth... Audrey sensed the message contained within the rain of light.

And around her, as the drizzle began to fall, people's condition started to improve.

Critical condition gradually progresses to severe condition, and severe condition gradually progresses to mild condition.

As each person's condition improved and they were pulled back from the brink of death, they began to sincerely pray to Mother Earth and offer heartfelt praise.

"Thank you, source of life!"

Praise be to you, Mother of all things!

……

The prayers began softly, for people were so weak that they could only murmur them.

But gradually, those faint prayers began to unite.

The residents of the streets and alleys of the East District and the factory district, the homeless in the dark corners, the prostitutes who do flesh business, and the workers in the factories.

Their weak, faint, and powerless voices gradually merged together.

Streams converge into tributaries, tributaries converge into rivers, and rivers eventually converge into a vast ocean.

Those ordinary, mundane voices gradually merged into a sacred hymn of praise.

"Thank you, source of life!"

Praise be to you, Mother of all things!

……

On a street in the East District.

When the beam of light descended from the sky and struck Arthur squarely in the hand, the resulting shockwave caused Panadia to involuntarily take a step back.

Panatia looked at everything before her, her expression gradually turning to horror.

Because she realized that the middle-aged man she had been fighting with for so long was, by sheer bad luck, a person favored by the gods.

Moreover, he is a chosen one who can summon the true god to descend.

Panatia took two steps back and turned to run away.

Even though Arthur was engrossed in reading the group's activities and seemed completely unguarded, Panatia didn't dare to have the slightest thought of attacking him.

Because she knew what it meant to be a chosen one who could summon the true God.

To attack such a person is simply courting death.

So Panatia ran without hesitation.

But her escape was in vain, for her fate was sealed.

As soon as Panatia turned around, she saw a man in a white shirt and black vest standing quietly not far behind her.

The man was pale-faced and stared indifferently at Panatia, his body devoid of any sign of life.

The man had been standing there for an unknown amount of time, and the iron-gray mist seemed to have no effect on him whatsoever.

"Did he allow you to leave?" the man asked coldly.

Chapter 221 An Imperfect Ending

Red Rose Manor, sun-drenched interior.

Prince Edsac and Triss stood facing each other in silence.

Triss looked at Prince Edsac, her long, beautiful eyes filled with sorrow and pity.