Before that night, Denis never would have imagined that he would abandon so much happiness, journey to Kaelonde like a penitent monk, and, most unfortunately, encounter a great fire.
"God, is this Your wrath and warning?
Please forgive me, let the person You sent forgive me."
Denis knelt on the ground, hands clasped together in supplication, constantly murmuring the scriptures that he knew all too well, attempting to find the Lord's shelter within them.
That being said, even though Denis thought his current life resembled that of a penitent monk, in reality, compared to those sects wandering and preaching everywhere, Denis's journey was blissfully comfortable.
