Xia Nan's gaze follows "my" perspective, shifting from the corpse on the ground to the tightly closed door of the church behind.
He pondered in his heart.
Without a doubt, whether from the familiar priest robe on the opponent or from the severed neck and left arm (the previous corpse had wounds in the same positions), this priest who appears dead is indeed the very opponent he just battled fiercely.
But if the scene before his eyes is not imaginary, but actually a real event that occurred in another time and space, then how could this priest, who was witnessed dead by "me," be resurrected, transforming into a corpse like a living dead?
And why does the dark grey magic staff, topped with an orange-red crystal stone, taken by "me" from the priest's hand, return to the altar?
Xia Nan is baffled.
Yet inexplicably, as he tries to reason out why.
