Mithril

"Great God!" "I beg you to save your humble people!" "Please save your loyal followers!" Serenya knelt down helplessly in front of the statue. As time passed by, his voice began to become hoarse, but he still prayed devoutly without wavering. The sky was covered with dark clouds, making a rumbling sound, but after a while, light rain came quietly along with the darkness. The light rain outside the palace turned into a downpour, washing away all sins and burying all truths. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.