Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Lin Gui glanced at Eve's current attire.

He glanced again at the rough wooden staff that she had found on the spot.

Finally, my gaze fell upon the simple, plain traveler's dress she was wearing, which differed from the style of a nun's habit.

His eyes held a clear hint of doubt.

The Holy Maiden of Light in my memory—

Clad in a magnificent holy robe and wearing a mithril crown, he was surrounded by a soft and inviolable aura.

One glance reveals its noble status, its sacredness and mystery, which involuntarily makes people hold their breath.

And Eve before me...

Although it still retains a certain understated elegance, the mysterious aura that initially enveloped it has long since faded away during the long journey and the brush with death.

At this moment, she seems more like a quiet, intelligent, and occasionally slightly mischievous ordinary girl.

"Looking at you now..." Lin Gui hesitated, "would they believe you if you said you were a saintess?"

Eve did not answer immediately.

She simply smiled slightly, took two steps forward, and stood in a relatively clean clearing amidst the ruins.

Then, she made a simple gesture—

She gently closed her eyes.

With her eyes lowered, her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow beneath them.

Slowly raise your hands, cross them in front of your chest, and put your palms together.

Their fingertips touched lightly, their posture natural and devout.

There were no fine clothes, no crowns, and no entourage.

But the instant she clasped her hands together, an indescribable aura of tranquility quietly spread out from her.

She did not recite any grand prayers.

With his lips slightly parted, he began to softly recite the opening of the most basic yet ancient Hymn of Light in an extremely light yet exceptionally clear voice.

Her voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to carry a peculiar rhythm.

Each syllable is like a drop of dew falling into a still pool, creating subtle yet real ripples.

Even more noteworthy is—

As she chanted, faint yet pure and warm wisps of light quietly emerged from between her clasped fingers and from the tips of her lowered eyelashes.

The light was not dazzling; it appeared and disappeared intermittently, like breathing.

Yet it carries an undeniable sense of holiness and purity.

The cool moonlight shone through the cracks in the ruins, enveloping her.

It added a silver edge to the faint glow around her.

The dust seemed to stand still around her.

At this moment, stripped of all external adornments, she reveals a more essential sanctity stemming from her inner faith.

Tranquil, beautiful, and undeniably so.

Even Troy, who was floating to the side, was stunned.

Her translucent little mouth was slightly open, and she forgot to close it.

original……

No need for fancy clothes and scepters.

The saint is light itself.

Eve's voice rang out.

It wasn't a simple recitation, but a long, elegant chant.

Between singing and chanting, each syllable carries a wonderful rhythm and sense of breath.

She used an ancient, luminous language, and the lyrics were familiar to Lin Gui:

"Light arises from chaos, smoothing the marks of creation."

"I am lost on the road, I am in a long night."

"To comfort the suffering of the mortal world and cleanse the dust from the soul."

"This is where my faith leads, this is where my heart resides..."

This is the opening passage of the Basic Light Praise.

As the prayer of the first religion on the mainland, its spread is extremely wide, and Lin Gui has heard it countless times.

The nuns' chanting in unison was solemn and dignified, while the believers' silent prayers were devout and humble.

But compared to Eve's chanting at this moment, they all seemed...dimmed.

Her voice itself seemed to carry a certain power.

Clear, gentle, and penetrating to the core.

Lin Gui unconsciously held his breath.

A faint gray light flashed in his eyes as the [Eye of the Netherworld] quietly activated.

In his unique perspective—

The melodies lingering in the air transformed into extremely fine, warm golden dust.

They drifted away with the song and landed on Troy beside him.

The little girl's pale blue soul outline, which was slightly trembling with fear and showed a hint of unease at its edges.

It became stable and calm at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It felt as if I was being gently caressed by an invisible and tender hand.

Even Lin Gui himself felt a tight string deep inside him.

The song subtly touched me, and I relaxed a little.

This is not just a psychological effect.

Her singing voice...

It truly soothes the soul.

Eve's singing voice seemed to be carried by some invisible force.

Piercing through the deathly silence of the ruins, and beyond the crumbling walls, it slowly spread through the empty streets and alleys of Blackwater City.

The voice was gentle and sacred.

Like a gentle stream of warmth, it flows into this land that has been cold for more than a decade.

At first, there was only a slight commotion.

The "residents" who had been hiding in the cracks in the walls, under the floor, and deep in the shadows all poked their "heads" out.

They were "listening".

A long-lost, peaceful stirring came from the depths of my soul.

That is a praise of light.

It was the faith I held in my lifetime, a familiar melody etched in my memory.

Surprise, curiosity, nostalgia...

Subtle emotional fluctuations are transmitted within the invisible network of the soul.

The singing grew deeper and more elegant.

Like a mother's lullaby to soothe her baby.

Several "beings" dressed in worn priest's robes or nun's habit, with relatively solid soul outlines, were the first to be moved.

They looked in the direction from which the singing was coming.

On the blurred face, there seemed to be shock and realization.

One of the ghosts, resembling an old monk, tremblingly "raised" his hand.

Manipulating the glass bead that carries his existence, he slowly floats up towards the source of the song—the ruined house where a faint light shines through.

Respectfully, it drifted away slowly.

Like the most devout pilgrims.

Once there's a first, there's a second, a third...

The souls that were once believers then manipulated their "original bodies," glass beads, and followed behind.

Other hesitant and observing ghosts, drawn by this silent force, finally left their hiding places.

One point, two points...

More and more pale blue dots appeared from every corner of Blackwater City.

Like a swarm of fireflies startled by a gentle breeze on a summer night.

Slowly, yet persistently, they converge in the same direction.

Under the cool moonlight.

Hundreds and thousands of points of pale blue "starlight" floated over the ruined streets.

It swept past the withered treetops.

Quietly, they flocked to the small house where a warm, soft light shone from the window.

They converge into a tranquil yet awe-inspiring river of the soul.

Her singing was as elegant as flowing moonlight.

Inside this abandoned house, every crack and crevice is changing.

In the cracks of the walls, beneath the holes in the floor, behind the collapsed beams and pillars...

Tiny specks of pale blue light, like dew gathering at night, quietly emerge.

Those were translucent soul shadows.

They cowered at the edge of the shadows, instinctively fearing Lin Gui's gray eyes.

Many spirits visibly trembled and shrank back when they "saw" the forest ghost.

But the next second, their "gaze" was firmly captured by the scene in the center of the room.

Eve remained kneeling in the cool moonlight.

His eyes were gently closed, and his hands were clasped together in front of his chest.

A sacred, ethereal light enveloped her like a thin veil, undulating gently with her soft chanting.

The light was not dazzling, but it carried a warm and pure power.

It seems to dispel the cold and unease that have accumulated deep within the soul over the years.

The ghosts fell silent.

The fear slowly subsided, replaced by a long-lost, almost greedy desire.

Longing to get closer to that light.

I long to be comforted by that song.

They drifted out of their hiding place, little by little, very carefully.

Like a moth drawn to light.

Silently, devoutly.

They surrounded the saint who was kneeling in prayer.

Floating, listening.

It created a silent yet awe-inspiring ripple, a ripple formed from the soul.