The pounding of her heart was deafening. Yin Rui did not answer right away.
A cool breeze brushed past her ears.
Accompanied by the wind, she replied, "Yes, I'll remember."
The young man's smile was beautiful. "My name is Shang Yi."
Hearing the answer she had hoped for, Yin Rui stood, turned, and walked away.
"Hello, Shang Yi. See you next time," she said without looking back.
Perhaps if she was the first to leave, Shang Yi would stay a little longer.
That was what Yin Rui thought.
The scene shifted, and Yin Chao saw her confronting the Archbishop again.
"Your Reverence, everything is for the City-State."
The Archbishop spoke without a ripple of emotion.
Yin Rui trembled with rage. "The Head Nun hanged herself, the Deacon slit their wrists, the Father drowned, and a monster slit the Pastor's throat. Was all of that for the City-State?"
"Yes, Your Reverence. They all died for the City-State. It was their honor."
At those words, Yin Rui could bear it no longer.
She summoned Black Flame, sending it onto the Archbishop.
The old man, who had always worn a kindly smile in her memory, stood motionless as the flames consumed him.
His wrinkled skin scorched and split open, exposing the bright red flesh beneath.
"Your Reverence, dying at your hands is my wish. Someone burdened with a karmic obstacle can never become a god. You will remain the City-State's Priest, protecting it for all eternity."
Yin Rui looked at his face, contorted within the flames, her eyes filled with sorrow.
She asked, "This is the final step, isn't it? The final step to stop me from becoming a god... making me angry so I kill you myself..."
The Archbishop's throat had burned away. Unable to speak, he could only open his mouth