The scepter was tightly held in his hand, he clutched it firmly, never letting go for a moment.
Looking at the miserable state of the heathens, Eden once again remembered the persecuted True Believers in this city.
"This is… revenge…"
This city was originally soaked in a sea of blood, now, the rain has come, it is time to cleanse the sins of this city.
According to the heretic Prophecy, he brought forth the day of judgment.
The doomsday descended with the rain.
Eden gazed at the fallen city.
He did not entirely hate the heathens.
He had read their Scriptures, had conversed with them, he even had loved them.
Yet,
the deeper the love, the deeper the hate.
The flames of hatred gathered in Eden's pupils.
The Eden of the past was resurrected, he loathed evil, praised kindness, and understood the world as a battle between the Holy Spirit and the Evil Spirit.
Eden clenched the scepter in his hand, about to raise it again.
Crash.
It seemed something swept across his vision.
