Chapter 122: – The Lord Is With Us (43)

༺ The Lord Is With Us (43) ༻

Memories became jumbled in my head.

Cloudy colors quickly dyed my brain like mixed paint on a palette, and my heartbeat rang in my ears as my breaths became ragged.

It was an unfamiliar landscape—a blood-soaked meadow that exuded an ominous air and corpses that blanketed the ground.

A large crowd of people silently stood around, and a lone man with an anxious expression hastily pushed his way through the crowd.

As he advanced, the buzzing in his ear gradually subsided, and upon reaching the front, the man was similarly stunned into silence.

His eyes captured a miraculous sight.

The innumerable beasts, that even tens of thousands of soldiers couldn’t stop, were reduced to mere handfuls of ash scattered across the floor, while the previously contaminated people were purified and peacefully met their ends in their human forms.

Even the grass, once trampled by army boots, grew thick and covered the field in a layer of green.

It was only then that the man realized that it was spring.

His gaze roamed, eventually settling upon a woman limply slumped against a tree.

She was the person he had spent ages searching for. The woman, now collapsed on the ground with her hands clasped together, wore a gentle smile on her face and resembled an icon.

She was as beautiful as always.

The man stood frozen in place for a moment. The sharp breath he drew in showed no immediate sign of being released. He stayed in silence for what felt like an eternity before hesitatingly taking a step closer to the woman.

Slowly and with great difficulty, he continued to approach the woman, the sound of his heartbeat resonating loudly in his ears.

Finally reaching the woman, he leaned his upper body closer to hers, pressing his ear to the tip of her nose, but he couldn’t discern any sound.

The once sweet breath that had gently graced his ear in bed, the tender voice that had whispered her love for him—now, there was nothing.

He couldn’t hear anything.