It was as if this place had just been attacked by a Great Dragon.
Back then, the limits of her imagination were like this; only the legendary Great Dragon could wreak such havoc.
However, she soon actually saw a Great Dragon, but this enormous dragon was already dead. Its headless corpse still bore the church on its back, and its ferocious claws protected a body—that of Father Adam.
And the dragon head.....
was right beneath her feet.
She herself was drenched in dragon blood.
At that moment, she really was a bit terrified. She instinctively wanted to scream, but just as she opened her mouth, she was punched away.
"Uh, Denisha, you finally woke up."
Feeling dizzy from the punch, she heard a familiar voice filled with joy.
Following the sound, she saw her sister, who was almost unrecognizable.
