The familiar car overturned on the road, as if there was an accident on the way to the cathedral, and her uncle was obviously in the car - Vanna's spirit, which was already in a daze due to fatigue, became tense at this moment
, and rushed to the car almost in the blink of an eye.
Then, she suddenly noticed that the arm falling outside the car window was twitching slightly, and the blood-soaked palm seemed to be slightly raised as she approached.
Uncle is still alive!
Fanna reacted instantly, and hurriedly stepped forward to stabilize the car with one hand, and pinched off the deformed door frame with the other hand. Then she leaned in to support the deformed internal structure while checking Dante's injuries.
He tried his best to rescue his uncle from the car without causing secondary damage, and then immediately used magic. With the support of the remaining energy, he called out the moist sea breeze, trying to bring life back to the already confused man.
Inside Dante.
The almost suffocating hot wind was still raging on the streets, and the scorching ashes and falling sparks made the city-state feel like a purgatory. Fanna had a protective force around her, resisting the deadly surrounding environment with strong pressure. She
After laying Dante flat on the ground and rescuing him, he finally saw that his relative who had been dependent on him for eleven years opened his eyes slightly.
"Ah...Fanna...you are back..."
This was the first thing Dante said after opening his eyes.
"Yes, I'm back." Vanna didn't notice anything wrong with Dante's "I'm back" at first. She just subconsciously stepped forward and held Dante's hand. "How do you feel now? You can still get up.
? I will take you to the cathedral..."
"No... don't pay attention to me as a burden," Dante shook his head slightly. He held Vanna's hand and pressed his fingertips slightly, "I should have thought that one day... they would come and take it away.
This price... you leave quickly, before they find you... leave Pulande and go to a place where no one knows you..."
Listening to her uncle's whisper, Fanna was suddenly startled. She suddenly realized that her uncle seemed to know something that even she didn't know, which made her tone even tremble slightly: "What do you mean...?
Who are they referring to? What price was charged? Do you...did you already know what happened in the city-state?!"
Dante raised his eyelids. His prosthetic eye made of rubies had been broken at some point. Blood flowed down from the wound on the edge of the eye socket. The remaining human eyeball reflected the fire on the street.
After a few seconds of silence, he finally spoke softly: "The Missionaries of the End...and the subspace behind them...Fanna, do you still remember the fire eleven years ago?"
"The fire eleven years ago..." Fanna opened her eyes slightly, "Do you actually remember the fire?!"
"How could I not remember...it burns in front of my eyes every day," Dante showed a wry smile, "but I thought I could lie to myself for the rest of my life."
Confusing thoughts were boiling in her mind. Fanna seemed to have forgotten her fatigue and pain at this moment. She stared closely at her uncle's eyes that had begun to become cloudy, and thoughts about fire, black sun, subspace and...
Before these clues almost buried her, she finally asked: "But what does this have to do with subspace and Evangelist... and me, what does this have to do with me?"
Contact? Why do 'they' want to come to me? What 'price' are they going to take!?"
Vanna felt a little regretful after she asked this series of questions. She felt that she was not talking to her uncle, but rather as if she was trying a prisoner. But Dante obviously didn't care about this. He just took a few breaths and seemed to be talking in sleep.
He said in a low voice: "When the fire burned, I glimpsed...a projection of the subspace. When the ultimate and dangerous truth came, I made a wish to the subspace."
"You made a wish to the subspace?" Vanna looked at Dante in shock, "What wish?"
"I hope nothing happened, I hope you...live."
All the expressions on Fanna's face froze instantly.
Dante quietly stared at his niece in front of him. The expression on his face seemed to be crying, but with a bitter smile. He slowly raised his hand, as if he wanted to touch Vanna's hair, and his lips moved
, with a low voice: "Fanna... you have grown up... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, uncle is useless, back then... I couldn't save you..."
"But I remember you took me to escape from the fire..."
"What I brought out of the fire was only a ball of ashes," Dante said softly, "It was just a moment, and before I had time to react, you turned into a small ball of charred ashes...I was crazy
If I want to escape from that nightmare, if I want to return everything to the time before the disaster, no matter who can come to help, including gods, demons, even subspace... Then, something responded to my call.
Wishes, it took me many years after that to understand what was responding to me at that moment..."
Vanna seemed to have lost track of what Dante was saying.
She just slowly raised her hands and looked at her flesh and blood body.
After an unknown amount of time, she finally broke the silence: "So, in a sense, my survival is actually the result of the blessing of subspace?"
Dante closed his eyes slightly. He couldn't answer this question and could only acquiesce in this way.
"Then...how did I become a saint?" Vanna asked immediately. She was asking her uncle, but she seemed to be asking herself, "How could the Storm Goddess allow an Inya space?"
What about those who survived through blessing and became his believers, and even gave them great strength and protection?"
"I...I don't know," Dante slowly shook his head, "Maybe only the goddess herself can answer your question, but...what about us..."
Fanna was silent. Her thoughts were in unprecedented confusion. The belief that had supported her life for so many years had an unbridgeable crack at this moment. She didn't know how to face her own beliefs, or even how to face her own.
"Exist", but after a moment of silence, she slowly stood up and whispered as if talking to herself: "No matter what, someone must stop this invasion of reality, and... let everything we are familiar with return to
real world."
"Fana, you are going to die," Dante suddenly opened his eyes. He tried his best to hold up his upper body, "You can't stay here anymore. The foundation of reality here is breaking. You must leave.
Purender, leave this vision until it completely disappears from your memory - listen, if your survival is really the result of the blessing of subspace, then the act of correcting history will probably lead to your own destruction. This kind of
Paradoxical conflicts are not something mere mortals can..."
Fanna just stared at her uncle quietly, her eyes were gentle and calm.
"Uncle, didn't you say that you love this city-state and everything in it?"
Dante was silent for a moment, and the resolute expression returned to his face: "...of course, so I will stay here and face the fate with the city-state. Whether I survive or die in the end, I am ready, but...
But you are different, Fanna, you can’t..."
"Me too," Fanna interrupted the other person softly, "I also love this place and am ready for everything...just like what you taught me since I was a child, where my responsibilities lie."
Dante quietly looked at Vanna standing in front of him, and at his only relative in this world. The latter's figure was as tall as ever, resolute and steady like a seawall ready to welcome huge waves.
He knew that his words would no longer have any effect.
So he sighed softly, used his last strength to support himself, slowly moved to the side, and leaned against a nearby street lamp.
"Then go," he said softly, "I'll be here... waiting for you to come back."
Fanna lowered her head and looked at her uncle in front of her.
In her memory, her uncle was still a tall and resolute mountain, but since when had he become so much shorter than her?
She bent down slightly and spoke in a low and gentle voice: "...if everything goes well, the Purand you are familiar with will return to the real world. At that time...don't forget me."
Dante said nothing more, just nodded slightly.
Vanna straightened up.
However, at the next moment, a disturbing vibration suddenly came from a distance, interrupting her movements. Immediately afterwards, there was a terrifying loud noise, and the heart-breaking sound of the building structure being torn apart and collapsed.
The harsh sound.
Vanna looked in the direction of the sound in astonishment. She had never felt as scared and uneasy as she did at this moment, and the next second, the scene in her eyes confirmed the source of this uneasiness.
She saw a flame rising into the sky in the direction of the cathedral. The air waves caused by the explosion almost dispersed the scorching smoke clouds in the sky, followed by a dazzling and weird flash, as if a small sun was gradually rising from the ground.
To devour and melt everything from bottom to top.
Immediately afterwards, something even more terrifying happened.
She heard more explosions, more piercing noises, and saw flames rising from all over the city. Huge fireballs floated over the sea of fire like rounds of miniature suns.
The position where each fireball rises represents a church.
The bells that never stopped ringing even when the living fire was melting the city finally gradually stopped, and the sheltered islands in the city-state fell one after another.
Vanna's mind almost went blank for a moment. The next second, driven by instinct, she rushed in the direction of the largest flash of light, towards the Cathedral of Storms in the center of Pland.