#Chapter193
The landscape of heaven is incorrigible. Millions of souls escaping into the abyss, huge pillars falling down, crashing into divine dust. The sky seemed to revolve around heaven, going in circles, a beautiful landscape of a vivid rainbow covering everything, lights reflecting through the falling tower of Shire Towey and the smell of blood in the air. Lori ran towards the darkness upon his white horse, Happiness rolled down the rocks and was chased by lesser demons.
