A brilliant light hugs the land as the sun stretches out with golden arms. A brand new had begun, but Avalon was more noisy than usual; everywhere you go, you would see people talking, whispering about last night's scene.
Because many did not believe in a supreme god in the empire, there weren't many churches; most of these churches were owned by the Holy Crux empire. But strangely, last night, the biggest church in the capital got destroyed, and the church members disappeared; no one saw them, and in the place where the church used to be was a grandiose sentence: Done by the clown, who's the next?
