The two British police officers lowered their guns and took off their hats, staring blankly at Zhang Xiao as he slowly rose into the sky.
"Holy" white light streamed endlessly from his body.
The light seemed to have the power to heal hearts. It felt warm against their skin, even bringing an involuntary sense of joy.
All the little moments of happiness from their lives surfaced in their minds, one after another.
In the end, only peace remained in their hearts.
Under this miraculous light, everyone lost all doubt about the identity of the angel hovering in the sky.
If this wasn't an angel, what was?
"My God! I just... I just shot at an angel! Am I going to hell?"
The young officer clutched his colleague in terror, but his colleague merely kept crossing himself.
Zhang Xiao flew higher and higher, reaching an altitude of roughly a hundred meters. Rings of milky-white light spread continuously around him like ripples.
This should be about enough now...
He slowly spoke, his voice spreading with the ripples through the aid of magic:
"Judgment Day is coming. When the sun rises tomorrow... those who seek salvation must make their way to a new Noah's Ark, a towering ancient castle.
"Its doors stand open to shelter all who are willing to accept it.
"The castle lies in the highlands of England, in a place called Durham. That thousand-year-old castle stands among the valleys, beside a lake."
Having finished, Zhang Xiao secretly pushed himself, pouring everything he could into his illumination technique until he shone as blindingly as an enormous light bulb. Then he shot skyward, quickly Disapparating once he was high in the air.
Mr. and Mrs. Granger were still staring up at the sky, their mouths hanging open as they crossed themselves.
"Uh,