Divinity

The rain poured down.

Yi Chen, now twenty-five, had returned to the Orphanage once again and stood on the grounds of Black Mountain Orphanage.

Even though the torrential rain washed over the ground as hard as it could, it still struggled to cleanse the blood and sins here, let alone extinguish the orphanage buildings blazing fiercely.

Teachers of every rank, the externally hired garrison, and even some of the orphans who had colluded with the Orphanage had all been killed... Their corpses covered the grounds, piled into various hills.

Yi Chen, who had done all this, was not completely exhausted.

He cleared out a circular open space in the center of the grounds and danced gracefully beneath the pouring rain.

Not everyone was dead. A spectator still stood before Yi Chen. Due to her body's special characteristics, she had not truly died even after being decapitated.

Yi Chen placed the middle-aged woman's head atop a pile of corpses, admiring his final dance.

The head belonged to his former homeroom teacher. More than ten or twenty years had passed, yet she showed no sign of aging.

Watching Black Mountain Orphanage be erased by the person before her, watching all her life's work go up in flames,

Director Cao should have shown absolute hatred, yet there was not the slightest trace of resentment in her eyes. Instead, she was genuinely admiring Yi Chen's dancing.

The dance vented the emotions Yi Chen had suppressed for twenty-two full years, leaving him completely lost in himself. By the time his dance ended, sirens had sounded in the distance.

Director Cao's head, lying atop the corpses before him, was already barely clinging to life.

Yi Chen picked up the broken sword, its edge long since rolled, and climbed onto the pile of bodies, preparing to deliver