The daylight was getting darker and darker.

Mormans' wind blew into the church, which was even colder than that of Recchi City. But it did not wake up the people in the church.

The fanatic atmosphere that was full of desires continued to surge. The somewhat crazy breathing and low roars became the only melody in the church.

The hard wooden cross had been dyed red by blood and the holy white dress was torn apart. The blood-stained cloth fell around the ...