Thunder drowned the high sky above the Divine Platform, and the followers fled in panic, seeking shelter above their heads. The scene before their eyes was too horrifying, shaking not only their faith but also leaving the devout followers at a loss.
Some particularly steadfast ones faced the endless divine thunder without flinching or dodging, only with tears streaming down their faces as they looked up to the heavens.
"All-knowing and almighty guardian deity, why do you bring punishment upon Master Ke Luda, can't compassion be a mistake too?"
In the hoarse cries, there was incomprehension, confusion, and doubt about the beliefs that had been held for decades. This pain was more unbearable than the fear of losing life.
When you discover that what you believed in was merely a bubble, how should you face your past self?
