How did I see a mushroom cloud...
Mr. Demon's soul gave a premonition, and such an incredible illusion appeared in his spiritual vision.
Lighting a candle couldn't possibly blow away my Judgement Court, could it?
Mr. Demon felt an inexplicable palpitation, watching the young nobleman on the altar.
His silvery-grey hair rose with the smoke, the noble's white shirt rustled in the wind, his back was straight, his dark boots stood erect on the heels, and his dark blue eyes held only calmness and kindness. If one ignored the blazing flames behind him, and the deep red moonlight spreading across the sky, the young man was almost personified.
An Su stood before the Life Candle on the altar in silence as if everything were an illusion; the Demigod Level Life Candle had not yet burned.
"It must be fake..."
"Nothing happened, right?"
"The candle isn't lit."
"Life is the most discerning of tastes, humanity does not comply..."
The Priests said uncertainly.
