"Once these documents are exposed, the Municipal Council Hall will do everything in its power to wipe out the Mercy Society. What use would an organization opposed by the entire city be to you?" Bishop Ci Xiang could not stop Gao Ming. There was only resignation on his face.
"You've grown old and lost your edge. Not everyone in this world wants to scrape by, weighing every gain and loss. Everyone reaches a moment when they're willing to risk everything." Gao Ming walked toward the flames and stood beside Li Sansi's Mother. "This city is already riddled with wounds. Everyone is nothing but a toy for 'God.' You should actually thank the outsiders, because it isn't 'God' who can save you. It's us."
With the final explosion, the White-Browed Marquis and Wansheng's remaining forces withdrew. Gao Ming climbed onto the chapel with Li Sansi's Mother. The night became their backdrop, and the roaring flames their lights. As pain scorched the world, the faithful finally awaited their true "God."
"Come on. Let's show people who've grown used to despair a miracle." Gao Ming had almost become one with Li Sansi. He gazed at the fleeing believers, his left eye cold, his right compassionate.
Bishop Ci Xiang was organizing people to fight the fire. Beneath the collapsed buildings, people wailed and struggled for their lives. There were far too many casualties, injured people everywhere.
With shattered legs and bleeding organs, the believers lay helpless on the ground. All they could do was call the Mercy Councilor's name and pray, just as they always had.
Hymns, sacraments—in the face of death, their faith became purer.
The night wind blew away her veil. Li Sansi's Mother looked at the city burning in the flames and slowly extended her hands from her black robe. Invisible