Alonso... couldn't bring himself to look up.
He couldn't even dare to describe what he had just witnessed.
He could hear the groans of the Spanish soldiers who closed their eyes, finding it painful even to look at him.
Conversely, he could also hear the exclamations of the Florida soldiers who, forgetting their injuries, stared with wide eyes.
Amid these contrasting emotions of frustration and joy, despair and hope... Alonso forced himself to open his eyes.
There stood a naked man.
He was as clean as a newborn child. He was pure, as if never touched by the dust of this world.
This man stood barefoot on the ashes... looking down at his own hands.
With eyes filled with pure amazement, like seeing something for the first time.
Each of his movements was a marvel unfolding before their eyes. Alonso found himself kneeling without realizing it. It felt as if the entire sky was pressing down on him.
How could anyone dare to stand on two feet in this place?
