The Third Possibility of Death

The earth was like sand, and day was like night.

The believers of the Transcendent Sect were being swept along by an invisible Torrent of Fate, and even the Transcendent Building beneath the ground could not stop their movement. The barren, scorched earth seemed to be scoured as well, ground down into fine, dense sand, where some young Transcendent Believers were excitedly drawing lines across the ground.

Faced with this sudden disaster, the vast majority of Transcendent Believers felt neither sorrow nor joy. Though they were no longer connected to the Computing Hub inside the Transcendent Building, years upon years of entrusted consciousness had completely stripped them of sensitivity toward reality. To them, the only real thing was the heartbeat in their chests, sounding like the countdown of the bomb called death.

Compared with the Transcendent Believers, the believers in the other directions looked far more disgraceful. Most were shouting and causing chaos; One-Winged Arcanists cast spells to save themselves, Two-Winged Sorcerers spread their Void Wings and tried to fly, Saint Domain Artificers unfolded their domains... Occasionally, when two churches collided, they would even fall into life-and-death slaughter. Perhaps compared with an unknown fate, dying in the Faith War brought more peace of mind.

Soon, they saw their endpoint.

Upon the vast Wasteland, a gigantic green spear pierced the sky from the Silent Helix, wrapped in a spiral crystalline storm. Flying green crystals blotted out the heavens and sun, dyeing the afternoon Senro into a forbidden realm of dark night.

At the sight, the sorcerers trembled all over. They vaguely guessed something, but were unwilling to think too deeply, and there was no time for them to think.

"Ah!" A sorcerer's scream cut off abruptly as he pierced his own heart, dying with a smile of terror and relief.

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