Separated Divine Power (4K)

As the white light beneath the diamond-shaped ark gradually contracted, the vessel slowly reverted to its pale-white true form, rising into the clouds before vanishing from sight.

That bizarre vessel, with its feathered wings, resembled a pale vulture soaring between heaven and earth.

It had come only for death!

The city center of Assad returned to calm, leaving behind pools of red liquid and white corpses kneeling upon the ground.

These corpses were clean and smooth, like white jade. Not a trace of flesh, blood, or sinew remained anywhere on their bodies. They were practically perfect works of art.

Tens of thousands of faithful believers had left behind tens of thousands of bloody pits.

These pits connected together, forming a massive circle of blood around the city center.

At this moment, the entire urban district seemed to have been drained of some vital force, becoming weathered, mottled, and steeped in death.

This deathly aura was not the horrifying kind one felt upon entering a ghostly domain, with chilling winds and wailing ghosts everywhere.

It was the deathly stillness of absolute silence.

Here, no movement or ominous presence could be sensed, because every dead soul had been taken into the ark.

What remained was only matter—lifeless matter.

The ark's mission was not to kill people, but to ferry them across. It would carry away everyone's souls.

For humans to board the ark, they had to be judged, endure pain and hardship, and then be reborn within the ark.

That was the meaning of judgment. That was true salvation!

Wu Heng was currently stationed within Silent Hill's vast Otherworld, using Nightmare Power to observe the church's movements.

He had originally been curious about what the "ark" was, but he had not expected it to be such an item. He found it rather