The next morning, as dawn broke, Major Yuan Qing, exhausted, dragged her blood-drenched Iron Bow back to the camp, only to face the most significant day of the past two decades.
For the priests and nuns of the Sacrificial Temple had personally arrived at the front line and, after a brief comfort to the soldiers and officers in the barracks, made their way to her to bestow their solemn blessings and prayers, "Our Father in heaven, hallowed be Thy name..."
These were the prayers of the Akasha Holy Church, which she had heard countless times before.
But none had ever moved her quite like today.
And never had they come as such a surprise.
"Bow your head, that you may bear the crown."
From within the ranks of the Sacrificial Temple, a fair-faced nun placed upon her an ancient stone crown, symbolizing the divine right of coronation and bestowing upon her the title of Angel Envoy.
