[——Do you want to tear apart the darkness? Then let yourself become the sharpest blade!]
[——Do you want to bring forth dawn? Then let yourself become the highest flame!]
[In the rumble of the bronze bell and the shadow of the gallows, amid the cold gaze of the deities and the ridicule of the masses,]
[Only those who take out their hearts as torches,]
[Can, before turning to ashes, let blood traces meander into the psalms leading to New Jerusalem.]
...
June 1, 2026, 21:03:59.
"Click."
June 1, 2026, 21:04:00.
The second hand "clicks" past.
People finished blinking.
In this moment, everyone simultaneously looked in a certain direction—Su Ming'an, who had stood beside them the [previous moment], was gone.
"We blinked once..." Qiuqiu murmured, "Has he already... succeeded?"
The Savior, carrying the utterly perfect method, rushed toward the final battle.
For the people, only [an instant] had passed.
But for Su Ming'an, it had almost been [eternal].
...
Black Water Dream.
