"Yes, praise the great Radiance! Save us, we are humans!"
"Oh Radiant Goddess, please bestow a blessing upon your devout followers."
"We were wrong, we have repented!"
It was not until they were about to die that they remembered they were originally the children of Radiance.
People knelt on the ground, their trembling hands clasped together, continually making the sign of the cross in front of their chests, begging for a miracle from the Radiant Goddess to descend upon them. But no matter how they prayed, the surroundings remained dead silent, not a single ray of light came before them. The only responses were the whistling sounds of bullets passing by, the dripping sounds of fresh blood, and the bodies corroded from the inside out, emitting a mournful wail from the depths of their souls.
They had been blessed, but they had forsaken the blessing.
They finally fell on this free land, their bodies and spirits rotting alongside the earth.
