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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 246: Burned Church (3)

Chapter 246: Burned Church (3)

The‌⁠ wind that blew⁠‍⁠ carried the warm‌ energy of spring.‌

However,‍ within the helmets‌‌‌ worn by the‍​ men, the cold‌ wind of the‍ north still persisted.​

Numerous‍​‍ soldiers marched southward.‌‍⁠

Behind⁠‌ their long, endless‌ columns flew the⁠​‍ banners of the‌ seven families that‌‌ symbolized the Northern​⁠ Alliance.

“…Did‍ you say the​‍ enemy is advancing‌⁠ south?”

The‌ Allied Forces of⁠⁠ the North were⁠​‌ leaving the North‌‍ and moving towards‍​​ the center.

After‍‌​ seeing the army‍‌‍ commanded by the⁠ Iron Duke Timur,​ the Blood Dragon‍ Duke Sarnus furrowed‌ his brow as‌⁠​ if he couldn’t‌ understand.

“That’s‌ right, Father. According‍ to the scouts’‌‍ reports, approximately 40,000⁠ soldiers are currently‍ moving near Achiuk.”‌⁠​

The‌​⁠ Northern Alliance forces⁠‌ numbered 40,000.

While‍‌ that was indeed​‌​ a large number,⁠ it wasn’t unexpected.⁠⁠

However,​‍‍ the reason for‌ Sarnus’ confusion was‌ that they were‍⁠ coming towards them,‌⁠‍ leaving behind the‍⁠ castle, which was‌‍‌ a strategic advantage.‍⁠

“It’s​ a decision I cannot comprehend.”

Instead‍ of fortifying themselves‍​⁠ in the castle,⁠‍ they had chosen​‍⁠ to engage in⁠​​ open battle.

If‌‍⁠ an incompetent commander​ had made this⁠‍ decision, it would‍⁠‌ have been easy⁠​ to ridicule them⁠ for their stupidity,‍ but the one‍‌ leading those 40,000‍​​ men south was‌ the formidable Iron‌​⁠ Duke Timur.

“There‌ must be a reason behind this.”⁠

There‍‌ had to be‍‍⁠ a reason.

There‌‍‌ was no way⁠​‍ someone as young‍ as Timur would‍​‍ leave the castle‍⁠ in a fury‍‍​ without cause.

Yet⁠⁠ Sarnus couldn’t discern‌‌⁠ the strategy behind‌ this move.

“…Could​‍‌ it be?”

A flock of migratory‌​ birds flew over‌ Sarnus’ tent as‍⁠⁠ he pondered.

Migratory⁠‍ birds descend from‌‍ the north after​ spring and rest‌ high in the‍ sky.

However,‍‍‍ among the birds,⁠ there was one‌ with an unusual​⁠​ color.

Grr-grr-‌‌‍

A pure white pigeon⁠​ flew towards the⁠​ capital Brigantes, in⁠ a direction different‍‍ from the other‍⁠⁠ migratory birds.

Tied‌ to the pigeon’s‍​‌ leg was a secret note from​ Timur meant for‌​‌ someone.

***⁠

A group was racing‌​ along the empty‍ Eastern Road.

A flag fluttered behind‌‌⁠ the black horse‌ that led the⁠‌ way.

Vlad​ and his group,​‌ unaware that the‍​ central army was‌‍ following just a few days behind,‍‌ were now moving‌‌ relentlessly toward the⁠‌ fortress of the‌ dark group Jager​‍ had mentioned.

“Achiuk‌​‍ is to the‌⁠​ right!”

“I⁠‍ know!”

To‍ be exact, they‍ were heading further​‌‌ north than that.‌‍​

Vlad‌​ shouted back to‍‍ Pedro, who had⁠‍ cried out that⁠ they were going‌‌ the wrong way.⁠

“We’re⁠⁠‌ heading to the‌ headquarters of the‍​ Northern Orthodox Church!”⁠‍

Vlad‍ was now moving⁠‌ toward the Northern⁠ Orthodox Church, not‌⁠ Achiuk.

Though‍ his heart was⁠⁠‍ still anxious for‍‌⁠ Joseph, Vlad’s mind⁠‍⁠ remained equally cold.‍‍

“We​‌⁠ need to gather‍ more forces there⁠ first. They say⁠‌​ there are over‌​‍ a hundred sorcerers!”‌‍⁠

Jager‌ had said that‍ more than a hundred dark sorcerers‍‍ were hiding in​‍‍ Ramashthu’s mansion.

It⁠⁠​ was as if‍⁠⁠ all the sorcerers‌ on the continent‍⁠‍ had gathered there,‍‍ so for only​ four people to‍⁠​ enter such a dark place would⁠‌ be nothing short‌‍⁠ of suicide.

“You’ve‍‌ grown a lot.‍ In the past,‌ all you did‌ was tear apart‌ indulgences without thinking.”​‍

“…What‌⁠‌ are you talking​‌ about?”

Though‌ he seemed to⁠ burn fiercely, Vlad’s⁠ blue eyes were‌‌⁠ steady.

The⁠ knight of the⁠ North was now⁠⁠ trying to think⁠‌​ not only of⁠⁠ what lay ahead​ but also what‍​‍ lay behind.

Even⁠​‍ though their colors​⁠ were different, there⁠‍ was something in‍‌ Vlad’s gaze that‌‌⁠ reminded Pedro of⁠ Joseph, and it⁠ wasn’t just an‌​ illusion.

“Stop!”‍⁠

However,​⁠‍ there was a sharp shout from‌‍ Radu, coming from​‌ the group of⁠​ riders.

“Look‍ at those crows​​‍ up ahead!”

Radu’s​‌‌ fingertips pointed toward‌‌ the sky as‍⁠ if in surprise,‍‌ and something like​ a black cloud⁠‍‍ swirled around.

Caw-caw-‍

A large flock of‍​⁠ crows noisily descended⁠‍ from the sky.​

Seeing‌ the black crows‌ like the maw‌​ of a wolf‌​⁠ land before them‌⁠‌ without warning, Vlad‌​ had no choice‍​ but to pull‌ on Noir’s reins⁠​ as they raced⁠​ forward.

“This⁠‌⁠ is… they’re blocking​‍ our path.”

“Have‌ we already been‍‌ discovered?”

As⁠ if Radu’s prediction⁠‌‍ was correct, a curtain of crows‍ lined up and⁠‌‍ began to block⁠ the group’s way‍‌‍ like a dark​‌ wall.

Just⁠ as Vlad was⁠‌​ about to place‍⁠ his hand on‌ the hilt of‌‍⁠ the sword he‍ carried, a familiar‌ voice came from​ beyond the curtain​ of crows.

“I’m​​⁠ glad I’m not​‍​ too late.”

The​⁠ flock of crows‌‌⁠ that had stopped‌‍ the group began‌‍ to beat their‍​‍ wings and rise⁠‍ into the sky‌⁠ once more at‍​​ the sound of‍⁠ the familiar man’s​ voice.

The‍‌ place where the​ crows had parted‌‍ was now filled‌ with men in⁠ black cloaks who​‍⁠ had never been⁠ seen before.

“We’ve‍‌ been waiting for‌⁠ you.”

“…Marcus?”⁠​

The​ hidden blades of​‌ Bayezid and their⁠ nameless leader.

The‍​⁠ subjects of the‌​‍ information network that‍⁠ spanned the North‍​ now appeared before‍ Vlad.

“The‌ decision to head⁠‌ to the headquarters‌⁠ of the Northern‍ Church was a wise one, but‌ it wasn’t necessary.‍‍‍ We’ve already prepared‌⁠‍ everything.”

“…How​‍‌ did you know⁠ I was here?”​⁠

Seeing​‌ the group suddenly‍⁠ blocking their path,‍ Vlad showed a brusque attitude, but‍‍‌ that too was‌‌ expected by Marcus.​

“Jager‌‍‌ told me. He​⁠ informed us that‍‌​ you had left‍ Ausurin and were‌ heading towards Achiuk.”‍‌

“Jager?”‌

“Of‌‍ course, don’t ask⁠‌⁠ how we communicated.‌‍ That’s one of‍‌​ the secrets of⁠ our organization.”

Marcus⁠‍‍ opened his mouth​ calmly as if⁠​ it were no​⁠ big deal, but​ Vlad’s eyes only‌‍ grew colder as‌​ he looked at‍ him.

“You’ve‍‍⁠ been in contact‍ with Jager?”

“Yes.”⁠‍

“…So⁠ you knew everything​​ from the beginning?”⁠⁠

“Yes.”​

From​⁠​ Jager to Marcus.‍

The⁠ situation with Joseph​​ that everyone knew‌ about, but I didn’t.

At‍‍ Marcus’ final nod,‌ casually saying “yes,”‍‌ Vlad’s blue eyes‌ began to burn‌‍​ with anger.

Grrr!​⁠⁠

“Then⁠‌⁠ why didn’t you‌ tell me, you​⁠⁠ bastard?”

“…!”​‌

Marcus,​ who always kept​​⁠ his composure, was‌⁠ taken aback for‍‍ the first time.⁠​⁠

Because​ Vlad, who had‍ been across the‍⁠ distance, was now​​ right in front​⁠ of him, grabbing​‍ him by the⁠​‍ neck.

Though‍⁠ there had been​ a proper distance​‍ between knights, Vlad‌ crossed it in‍‌ an instant, as‌​‍ if it held​‌ no meaning.

Clang!‍‍​ Clang!

“Let‍ go of Lord‌‍ Marcus, Sir Vlad!”​​‌

“Calm‌ down, we have‌‍ our reasons too!”‍‍

The‌⁠ crows reacted late⁠ and drew their‌ swords with startled⁠⁠ expressions, but Vlad’s‍ eyes, still glaring⁠‌‍ at Marcus, were⁠‌‌ filled with rage.​‌​

“Do‍⁠‌ you think I’m‍ an idiot?”

“…”‍‍

“No⁠⁠ matter how important​ safety is, you‍ should have told‍‍ me. Don’t you‌⁠​ think?”

It​⁠‍ wasn’t that he‌ was angry about⁠‌ being deceived all‌‌ this time.

The‌‌ real reason for‍ Vlad’s fury was⁠‍ the fact that⁠⁠‍ he had been⁠‍ standing outside of‌‌⁠ Joseph’s protection all‍​ this time.

For​ the boy from⁠​⁠ the alleyways, Joseph⁠‍ had been a wall that shielded‍​ him from the​‍ world.

“…He‍ said not to⁠ tell you.”

“Who?”​⁠‌

“Lord‌ Joseph.”

“What?”​

Marcus’​‍ choked voice came‌​‌ through his squeezed‍ throat.

But‌ it wasn’t Marcus​ who truly choked⁠ on the answer‌ he heard—it was‍⁠⁠ Vlad, who held‍ him by the‍‍ neck.

“Everyone​ was watching you.​ From our people​‍ in the north​ to the Blood‍‍ Dragon Duke, the‍‌⁠ Holy See, the​‍⁠ Imperial family…”

Vlad⁠ of Soara.

A boy born in‍ the North with⁠⁠‍ the blood of‌ a dragon.

A knight who tore‍ apart the indulgences‌ produced by the‌‌ Vatican and was⁠‌ recognized by the‍ Pope of the‌ Northern Orthodox Church,‌​‌ which opposed them.‍

“And⁠​​ even a woman​​‌ named Ramashthu.”

And‌‍⁠ the sole successor⁠‌ to the Sword⁠‍ Master’s vow.

A being named Vlad,‌ who not only⁠⁠ deserved recognition from​ everyone on the​​ continent but also‌ warranted their hatred,‍ was likely someone​ who had drawn‌ as much attention‌ across the continent⁠‌‍ as the great​⁠ knight Kihano Frausen.‌‌⁠

“The‌ more you raged​​‌ about Joseph, the⁠⁠ deeper he could⁠​‌ dive.”

“…Huff.”⁠​‌

At⁠‌‍ Marcus’ words, Vlad‌ let out a deep sigh, as‌​‌ if finally understanding.​

While​​ Joseph moved toward‍‍​ the dark moon,​ Vlad had been‍​ shouting at him.​​

The⁠ voice of Vlad,‌​‍ who had yelled⁠ at him not‌​ to leave while‌ clutching his abdomen​⁠​ pierced by Frausen,‌ must have held‌‍ a level of​‌ sincere fury that‌⁠⁠ no one could‍ doubt.

“You⁠‍ successfully completed your‌⁠​ mission, Vlad.”

“You‍ bastards!”

It‌ was a mission‌⁠ he didn’t even‌ know about.

However,‍​ Joseph had trusted‌⁠‍ that Vlad would‌‍ make the right‌ moves even without​‌ specific instructions.

Because⁠ the person Joseph​​ had seen all‌​⁠ this time, Vlad,⁠‌‍ was someone who‌​⁠ always wanted to​​ shine, even if⁠ he was in⁠⁠⁠ a place where‍‍‌ no one could‌ see him.

“…”​​

“Come‍ on. Lord Joseph⁠‍⁠ is waiting for‌‍‍ us.”

However,​ Vlad’s raised hand‍‌⁠ only trembled with​ boundless rage.

The‍‍‌ reason he couldn’t‌⁠‍ lower the hand​ that held Marcus⁠​ was that he⁠‍ knew very well​‌​ that the true⁠‌​ targets of his‍‌‍ fury were not​​‌ Marcus.

“…Lead‍‌‌ me.”

“Understood.”‍‌

The‌ only ones worthy‌​ of his wrath​‍‍ were Ramashthu and​⁠ Frausen.

Marcus‍⁠ had a bitter​⁠ expression as he⁠‍ watched Vlad slowly⁠ loosen his grip‌​​ around his neck.​‌⁠

“I’ll​‌​ take you to⁠‌ the place you‍‌‌ want.”

***‌​‍

“What​ the hell is‌⁠ going on?”

“Why​‍‌ are the Allied​⁠​ Forces of the‍ North rushing to​⁠⁠ Achiuk?”

Ramashthu’s‍⁠ world, a realm⁠‌ of shadows, churned⁠⁠ like froth. In‍‌ the midst of⁠⁠‍ that world, held​ up by a fragile tree, the⁠‌ anxious shouts of⁠‌ the dark sorcerers⁠⁠⁠ echoed.

“What’s​‌ happening?”

Their‌​​ cries, full of⁠ fear, could even‍ be heard by​ Ramashthu, who was​‍‍ lying in bed⁠‍ at the time.​​

Ramashthu,⁠‌‍ who had exerted⁠ himself greatly in⁠ Ausurin, was extremely⁠‍ uneasy after witnessing​‌‌ the problem that‍‌⁠ occurred during his‍‍‍ purification.

“The​‌‍ forces of the‍ Northern Alliance are​⁠‍ now converging on‍‍‍ Achiuk.”

“…Why‍​ is an army‌ that should be⁠⁠⁠ facing the Blood​​ Dragon Duke heading‍​‍ there?”

It‌ seemed obvious that⁠‌‌ the advancing army‌​ was meant to‍ stop Sarnus in​ his push toward​‌ the north.

However,‌ the unexpected movement⁠ of the Northern‌‍ Alliance even baffled‍ Ramashthu, who frowned​⁠ deeply.

“I⁠ don’t know. But⁠ the numbers surrounding​​ us are unusual.”‌

The⁠‌‌ movement was so​ precise that it​​‌ seemed like everything‌​‌ was perfectly coordinated.⁠

The⁠ Northern Alliance Army,‍ storming into Achiuk,​‌ a deserted ruin,​‌ had already completely⁠​ encircled the village​‍ before the sorcerers‍‌‍ could make a move.

“Cut‍‌‍ the connection. From‌ now on, we’ll‌ close the gates‌⁠‍ to Achiuk.”

If‌⁠ there had only⁠​ been soldiers, it‍‌ wouldn’t have been⁠ a problem.

Achiuk‌ village was merely‍ an entrance, not‌‍‌ their operational base.⁠⁠‍

The⁠⁠​ world within the‌‍ bubble, hidden by​‌ strange mysteries, was‍⁠ not only difficult​⁠‍ to see but​​⁠ even harder to​‌ open.

“Ramashthu…”‍‌‌

However,‌ the blue-eyed knight⁠ trembled with unease⁠ as he looked⁠⁠​ at Ramashthu.

“I‌‌ can’t close the‍ gate.”

“What​‌ are you saying?”​‌

Ramashthu’s‌ connection to Achiuk​⁠ remained unbroken.

Despite​ their best efforts,⁠ something—or someone—stubbornly clung​ to that gate.⁠‍‍

“It’s​⁠ not just an​‌ army. The Northern​ Church is with​‍‍ them.”

“…!!”‍​​

Evil​ darkness must be⁠‍ countered by the⁠​‌ light of God.​‍

The‌ sword of the‌⁠ Northern Orthodox Church​ had finally found‌ its place, rising‍‍ against the cancerous‍ beings it had⁠‌ long harbored.

“You‌‌‌ said they were‍ coming to face⁠ Sarnus.”

With⁠ those words, Ramashthu,‍⁠ who had risen‌⁠​ from the bed,⁠ started floating in‍‌‌ the air as​‌​ if in shock.⁠​​

“That’s‍‍ what he said…”‍

It‌ was said that‌ it was highly‌ possible the Northern​‌⁠ Alliance forces would​‍‌ fall.

That‌ it had nothing‌⁠ to do with‍ them.

The‍‍‍ young man with​‌⁠ dark eyes, who‍‌​ knew the North​ well, had clearly⁠ told her that​⁠‌ everything would be⁠ fine.

“…Joseph⁠‍ Bayezid.”

When‍‍‍ Ramashthu recalled that‍‍ name, her lips‍ twisted cruelly, as⁠ if she had​​ finally figured it‍⁠‌ out.

The⁠ name of the⁠‌ man who had‌‌ assured them that​ there was nothing‍‌‍ to worry about⁠‍ was Joseph Bayezid.‍⁠

The‍ young man from‍ the North, who‌​⁠ had shown his​ confidence by drinking​⁠‌ himself to death,​​​ had indeed said‌​ so.

***⁠‍⁠

Achiuk,‍⁠⁠ a village that‌‌‍ had burned down‌‍ due to an​‍ epidemic of plague​‍ several decades ago.​

It‍ was a ruin​ that no one​ usually visited, but​‌ now it was‌ filled with the​‍‌ tense silence created‍ by tens of​⁠⁠ thousands of soldiers.⁠‍‌

“A​‍‌ telegram from the‍ crows. They say‍‌‌ they’ve made secure‌⁠⁠ contact with Lord⁠⁠‌ Vlad.”

“Good.‌ It was worth‌​​ delaying our advance.”‍​‌

The​‌⁠ Iron Duke Timur,⁠⁠ upon hearing the​‌‌ report, nodded with​ satisfaction.

Although⁠‍⁠ their progress had⁠‌ been slower than​⁠ expected, the results⁠ were good.

In‍ the end, all‍‍ those who needed‍ to join had‍​‌ done so.

“It‍ seems the timing​‌ is right.”

The‍‌⁠ Iron Duke Timur,‍‍​ upon hearing that‌⁠ Vlad had arrived,​ carefully bowed his‍ head toward the‍ elderly man at‌⁠​ his side.

Though⁠​ his appearance was‌‍​ that of a kind old man,‌‍‍ the red robes⁠​ he wore indicated​ that he was⁠​ no ordinary person.​‍‌

“…Indeed.”‍​

With‍ slow, measured movements,⁠‌ the elderly man‍‌‌ stood up.

Conrad,‌ the Pope of‌ the Northern Orthodox‌⁠ Church, smiled as‌ he picked up‌​ an old Bible⁠‌​ that clashed with‍ his elegant robes.‌‍

“I’m​‌ glad I’m not‌ too late. For​​‌ a long time,‍‌ I feared I would have to‍ pass this burden‌ on to the‌‍ next generation.”

Even⁠​‍ as he was⁠‍​ about to enter⁠​ a fierce battle,‌‌ Conrad smiled peacefully.‍

At​ this stage in‍‌‍ his life, he‍ was confident that‌⁠ he could free​‌‌ the next generation‌‍ from a heavy‍ debt before departing.​‍‍

“Andreas.”​

“Yes,‍⁠ Your Holiness.”

The‌ Pope stood up​‍ slowly and quietly⁠ called the Bishop‍ Andreas to his‍‍⁠ side.

“If​​‍ something happens to‌‌ me, will you‍‌ take on the⁠⁠‌ role of Pope?”⁠⁠

“…Your‌‌‌ Holiness?”

It​​‍ was a calm‍‍ voice, but firm⁠⁠‍ enough for all​ to hear.

Bishop⁠‌ Andreas, along with​​ the seven bishops​‍⁠ of the Northern‌‌‌ Orthodox Church, could⁠ not hide their​‍‌ bewilderment at the‍ Pope’s words in​ front of the⁠‌‌ Iron Duke.

“What⁠ do you mean⁠ by this?”

“My​ time has come​ to an end.”‌

The‍ Pope’s wrinkled hands⁠‌ covered Andreas’.

“They​⁠ were hard years,​ filled with storms.‌‍‍ During that time,⁠​ the young sprouts‌‍ could not take⁠​ root.”

The​​⁠ old Bible, which‌‍‌ the Pope always​‍ carried with him,‍​ conveyed a sense⁠ of connection as​‌ he placed it⁠‌​ in Andreas’ hands.‌​‍

“However,⁠ after the storm‍​ passes, recovery takes⁠⁠​ time. And I’ve‍‍​ never seen a priest as skilled​ at nurturing growth​ as you.”

God‍‍ said that by‍ saving others, you⁠‍‌ would also be‍ saved.

Vlad⁠⁠ of Soara. A name that now⁠ stretched beyond the⁠‍ North and across‌ the continent.

The‍‍ person who had‌ directly embraced the‌​‍ name no one‌ had paid attention​​​ to was Father​‌ Andreas, who had‌​ become someone who⁠​ proved his worth‍‍⁠ by raising that‍‌ name.

“This​⁠ is where my⁠ duty ends.”

Andreas‍‌ could not bring⁠ himself to speak‍‍‌ further as he⁠ watched the Pope​​⁠ depart with those⁠⁠​ words.

The‍​ image of the‌​‍ old Pope entering​⁠ a completely burned⁠​​ church.

As​ he walked slowly,‍‍⁠ the sound of⁠‍‍ a choir singing‌⁠ began to echo‍⁠ behind him.

“…This⁠​ is truly the​ place you were​‍ meant to be.”‌

Pope⁠ Conrad finally entered⁠‍⁠ the dark church,‌‌ accompanied by the‌ high-ranking priests.

There,​​ Pope Conrad, seeing​⁠​ the symbols of‍​ the church all⁠ reversed, silently made‌⁠ the sign of⁠ the cross.

Determined‌ and straight.

Rumble-rumble-‍‌

A bubble-like world began​‌‍ to tremble with​⁠‌ him.

At‌​​ the holy call​⁠ of the Pope⁠ to turn the‍⁠‍ inverted symbol upright,‌ a world that‍ had been hidden​⁠ beneath the surface‌‌‌ began to shift.‍‌⁠

“This⁠​ place where I stand is His⁠​​ temple. It is‍‌‍ my home.”

The‌​‍ inverted symbol began‌ to shake violently‌‍ in time with​⁠⁠ the verses shouted‍ by the Pope.‌⁠

“Aaaah!”​

“The​​ building is turning!⁠ They’re being dragged⁠‌⁠ away!”

“Why​⁠‌ is the Pope‌⁠ here?”

At⁠‌ the same time,⁠⁠​ the trembling world​‌‍ of bubbles filled‌ with the constant‍ screams of the⁠ wicked.

The​⁠‍ tremors were so​⁠ intense that even⁠ the false roots‍‍ of the tree‍‌​ created by Ramashthu⁠⁠ couldn’t bear to⁠​‍ hold it up.‍

“Because‌​ God’s temple is​‌ holy, so too​⁠​ will this place​⁠‌ be. And if‍⁠​ anyone tries to‌⁠⁠ defile the temple⁠ of God…”

The‌​ sound of the‌ Bible, recited by‌‍ hundreds of priests,⁠ filled the air‍ behind the solemn⁠ mass being led‌ by the Pope‍‌ himself.

The​ sound of their​⁠⁠ prayers held the​ door to the‌​ hidden world and‍ caused the tree,⁠ which stood with⁠⁠⁠ false roots, to‍ shake its head.‍⁠

“…He‍​ will destroy you.”‌‌‍

Rumble!‍ Rumble!

Like⁠‌ an overturned ship.​

Each‌ time the Pope’s⁠⁠ sweat fell to⁠ the ground, black​⁠​ foam began to‌ rise from the​​ depths of the⁠ church.

It‍‍‍ was the dark,⁠ wolf-like mansion that‌​ Ramashthu had been‌‌‍ hiding, and it‌ was the world​ itself rejecting God.​​

“W-what‍​ is that!”

“Ugh!”‍⁠​

With‌​ a tremendous roar,⁠⁠‍ a new black-toned⁠‍⁠ building appeared from​ the ground alongside⁠⁠⁠ the soldiers’ screams.‌‌

Ding-Dong!⁠

The​​‍ building that was‌ ripped from the​​ earth with the​‍​ mournful toll of‌⁠ a bell was⁠‌‍ a church entirely​‌ covered in black​⁠ soot, as if​ someone had burned‍‍ it.

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