Many years later, when Vasini recalled this night, he still couldn't forget it.
As the doors of the Sanctuary were about to be broken down, and everything seemed to be plummeting into the deepest darkness.
A light emerged.
A blinding light to the extreme, amidst the roaring winds.
After the light fell, Vasini heard the sound of intense gunfire, and those men emerging from the wind and light.
They were clad in black from head to toe, wielding Wenster typewriters, the muzzle sparks illuminating their stern faces.
They seemed like the holiest Apostles, coming from the deepest darkness, bringing ultimate redemption.
Yes, redemption had come.
The Lord did not deceive them.
As long as one waits, when the wind rises, redemption will come.
"Charge out!"
Seeing the bullets of those black-clad men unstoppable, Vasini felt like he had been injected with the highest-grade adrenaline.
He knew victory would surely belong to them.
