The Messenger hovered high in the sky. Its giant-like form gradually collapsed, and its light dimmed from a radiant sun into a glaring searchlight, its illumination continuing to weaken.
Night was once again swallowing this land.
After getting out of the vehicle, Huang Yi and his team made their way to the Mansion on foot. The surroundings were deathly silent, and the air was thick with moisture and the smell of burning.
The land that had been "judged" looked as though it had endured an apocalypse. Everywhere they looked was scorched earth and corpses. The helicopter on the landing lawn had been reduced to a broken frame, and the Mansion itself was now ruins. With Water Mist filling the air, everything seemed veiled beneath a damp, cold curtain, hazy and eerie.
"Captain, look." A team member pointed at Huang Yi's feet.
Huang Yi lowered his head and saw a clearly defined boundary. On one side was lush green grass; on the other was blackened sand, still radiating the heat left behind by the intense light.
Huang Yi cautiously stepped across the boundary and continued forward.
Amid the hazy mist, corpses and severed limbs gradually came into view, like lumps of charcoal in various shapes scattered across the ground. Their deaths had been exceptionally gruesome.
Suppressing their shock, the team members remained alert as they advanced toward the distant ball of light.
Just as the analysts had predicted, the Messenger's energy was nearly exhausted. It could no longer keep itself suspended in the air, and its altitude was slowly dropping.
If one ignored the fact that it had just carried out a large-scale massacre, the sight of an Angel wreathed in light falling to earth possessed a certain artistic beauty.
One of the team members asked Huang Yi, "Should we get