The wind and rain drifted away.

The thick, cold night covered all of Recchi City. The hustle and bustle of the city gradually quieted down, and the howling wind and rain seemed to have become the only sound in the whole world.

The rain poured down in a hurry, wild and cold.

In a medium-sized church in the west of Recchi City, Aresis, the Commander of the Holy Disarmament Corps of the Vatican, had just finished praying. He knelt on the ground and raised ...