The people of Weiyuan City began to pray. Sincerely, or out of sheer luck, harboring a "let's just try" mentality. A wife who had lost a husband, a child who had lost a mother, a father who had lost a daughter, at that moment they all clasped their hands together...
Praying for a miracle to occur.
Praying that this merciless world could grant them salvation once.
This sentiment, this emotion, guided by the invisible threads of cause and effect, was concentrated in the hands of the blond knight.
"Resisting the pain, unwilling separate. Hoping the lost can return, praying for the dead's resurrection. Even if it's as unrealistic as a child's dream, still longing to revert the world to its beautiful past."
"I understand this pain, I refuse this sadness. Therefore, I pray wholeheartedly, towards the goodwill in people's hearts..."
