The church doors slammed shut with a bang, thick liquids churning and flames roaring from within.
Chen Ke rose to his feet, grabbing the blue greatsword the Pope had dropped. He hesitated, wondering if he should go inside to help, when suddenly, the entire space-time began to vibrate.
It was a literal vibration, similar to a magnitude seven earthquake, the intense jolting making it impossible for Chen Ke to stand. He had to crouch on the ground, while the buildings around him remained untouched.
Chen Ke crouched helplessly, unclear of what the vibrations meant. He picked a small part of his soul—if things went south, he would simply flee through the door.
The vibrations stopped at that moment.
Next came a fierce storm, the white sky instantly turning pitch black, the ground seemingly tilting.
