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Klein’s feet landed on the ground and stood in the middle of the cathedral. He saw that every arch of each pillar was embedded with the skulls of different races. Most of them were pale-white in color as they were packed densely together, staring at the intruder with their hollow eyes.
On the walls, windows, and doors of the cathedral, transparent, distorted, and painful faces appeared, separating the interior from the outside world.
And in front of the cathedral stood a cross that was more than a hundred meters tall.
In front of the cross were rows of black pews.
Adam, who was wearing a simple white robe and had a pale gold beard, was standing under the cross with a silver cross hanging from “His” neck. “He” faced the pews like a priest who was preparing to deliver a sermon.
“His” expression was warm and “His” eyes were limpid, as though “He” was only inviting Klein to listen to the scriptures.
But “His” gaze eventually drifted away from Klein, gazing towards something Klein couldn’t comprehend. He instinctively felt that “He” was seeing something, beyond anything in the current reality.
Adam’s pure and innocent eyes gazed upon you, observing in silence. “His” lips soon curled up into a small smile.
This moment lasted only for a brief moment, “His” gaze returning to Klein as if none of it had ever happened.
“You seem to be loved.”
Klein was confused. He didn’t understand what Adam meant by those words.
“Excuse me?”
Adam did not reply, simply smiling as if “He” had found something amusing.