In the royal palace, when the clouds of smoke disturbed the peace of the palace, in an instant, a golden light from the highest watchtower of the castle shone straight down and stopped the fire directly. However, the effect doesn't seem to be as good; other places seem to have the same sign, and more rays of light in the watchtower are directed to the respective areas.

In it, a human figure appeared from the beam of light. That person seemed to come out of the darkness. A man with a young and attractive face, clear as dawn, looked at the smoke that was giving off streams of unclean and disgusting gas, along with a corpse that was draining its life force.

"It's daring." The man curled up his fist and shouted like thunder.

"How dare they challenge us? They seem to be searching for a wish to die."

Until a few rays of light suddenly appeared next to the building that was about to burn down. All the flames became silent and were immediately extinguished, revealing ashes and two corpses that burned like barbecue on a stove.

Everyone looked at each other wordlessly, but disgust was the common expression on their faces.

The man, who looked angry, turned his head and asked an assistant, "Any signs from the central altar?"

The man in question bowed his head and spoke clearly. "My Lord, the Morning Light is still bright with the same intensity; there is no sign of filthiness."

"Except for things destroyed by rats, there's no sign of stronger energies. It's as if the intruders were nothing more than vermin."

"Weakness, stupid. Those dirty creatures have the weakness curse." His anger subconsciously burned away the weeds under his feet, causing them to wither as if there were invisible flames around.

It was something that hadn't been seen for hundreds of years, but the hostility between disease and life was something that the leaders knew.

"Divide into two groups. One stays to investigate what's going on here. I want dust that can't be missed. The other group informs the king, asking him to watch the Grand ritual."

"I'm going to church and meeting the Cardinal. They're definitely interested in these rats."

Leaving the people behind, the man quickly turned into a beam of light and disappeared. However, before the light completely dissipated, that powerful voice still resounded. "You idiots don't even come back to check. Remember, send me the results in the next hour, or else prepare yourself for the penalty."

Yet the direction of the beam seemed to change when it recognized an anomaly in the sky. Instead of reaching the south where the cathedral is, the meteor flashes elsewhere, creating the illusion of a shooting star falling into the storm's eye.

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The two men, who watched the square from afar, were among the few who noticed and responded to what was happening immediately.

"Oh, my father! What the hell was that?" The young man panicked and shouted before taking a few steps back when the mist changed. "What are they doing? Oh my God. What the hell did I encounter?"

He realized the anomaly when everything hit his senses like a rushing train. In his vision, it was filled with changing surroundings as the darkness gradatim grew darker, like an arid time without the sun. Screams were chaotic inside and out, hitting his ears like a thousand drums. It made his brain tense up, like his heart rate right now.

"We have to get out of here." The man quickly pulled on his panicked new friend. He ignored the curious and fearful crowd around him. In the meantime, they heard a pious sermon reverberate in the middle of the square.

However, before moving away, they saw from the macabre scene that chilled them that the water flowing down from the fountain turned into blood, and it shone brightly to clarify the scene inside. Humans who had just bounced back were now transformed like monsters, or to be more precise, humans who had experienced a terrible epidemic.

"Life is the sickness of being. Pain is the symptom of the above. Feeling it makes you touch the truth in this sham world. Suffer it, faith it. You will be welcome to Her grace." In a black robe, the man, emitting a translucent light, headed towards the bloody fountain.

He continuously released all sorts of strange mists that made the people trapped in the square go crazy like monsters. As if something great was happening in front of his eyes and in his mind, he was insensitive to what was going on around him.

Outside the square, the man in the suit was contemplative, his face full of thought. He did not panic or fall into a state of embarrassment like the young man next to him. Still, it was impossible to hide the fear and anxiety in his microscopic manifestations.

As night covered the moon in the sky, the people inside were desperate. They screamed and clawed at each other. Their perceptions had faded in an instant. All that remained was pain and despair. They quickly passed out.

They are just longing for the short distance to be able to get home quickly. But what just happened to them?

It was a man in a dark cotton shirt with stitched seams, holding two precious loaves of bread, which now became a pool of unimaginable loathing.

It was the woman, her nails worn and black, rough calluses clutching a few small coins, all left in blood and smear liquid.

The panicked outsiders didn't know what was going on, but their perception seemed to be impaired. Beyond sympathy, it all seemed to be emotionless observation.

In that moment, a ray of light like lightning quickly broke through the mist and aimed directly at the man's heart. There was a delay, but the man didn't react. He let the light pass through his heart, leaving a hole in his left chest.

"'Stupid, I've already sacrificed my heart."

"They are appearing." The man breathed a sigh of relief, but he also disappeared quickly as he dragged his friend along.

A small and illusory sun in the area illuminates and awakens everyone. The moon quickly brightened again. However, the sick people in the square remained the same. Until grass and flowers grew on the marble statue, it quickly drained the blood flowing from the fountain. It proliferated rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it removed the horrible smell from the air. Although the dead cannot be brought back to life, at least these bodies look better than before they were wrapped in flowers and grass.

"Blessings from the Notion. Haha. Quite quick. But it was too late. The war has already begun."

"How dare you?" A voice resounded while the light became rope-like bands that spread out and approached to bind the man.

"That won't work; he's got the Weakness, too." A masculine sound was emitted; it seemed to be filled with warmth and alertness.

"I had known. Do it.