190 The Eventide of Faith

It was a peculiar thing; the imminent sound of faraway bells. But they were not the strangest of all the occurrences that would grace Mulia. They were merely the prelude of something truly momentous. 

Not by a long shot. 

Of this, there was no suspicion in the minds of those who recognized what was currently transpiring across the continent. But there was nothing they could do about it, not anymore even they had wanted to prevent it. The only they could do was wait...

There's a terrible somberness to it that I cannot describe, despite the loveliness of the melody... like the weeping cry of an angel. 

To one of them, a dear friend who was brought up to be a shield for his country, the ever-present, ethereal hymn felt like the peaceful mourning of something once cherished. That alone was enough to make him worry about his precious friend, wherever he might be.