Meanwhile, in Matt's heart, the figure resembling a divine shadow suddenly started to appear infinitely majestic.
Gazing upon the figure, he even developed an intense fervor, willing to die for it at any moment.
"Do you feel it? That is the seed of hatred—"
Seeing Matt's transformation, the figure spoke indifferently.
"Let everything that follows be handled by my earthly deputy—"
As the echoing words fell, the figure, just like when it appeared, slowly vanished into the deep flames.
Afterward, everything around became vibrant once again.
The crowd frantically fighting the fire, the children awoken with cries, the burning houses, and the mixed noisy sounds, all returned to Matt's ears.
The light of the twin moons shone upon him, casting a strange silver-purple hue on his still pallid face.
The occasional townspeople who noticed him even cast a sympathetic glance at him.
Matt awoke as from a dream, slowly looking around.
