Chapter 85:Holy Wind Cathedral

Cherwood Borough was located near the Tussock River,it has many small companies and several residential buildings.

It was also in this borough that the headquarters of the Church of the Lord of Storms at Backlund were located.

Although it was better known as the <Holy Wind Cathedral>

The Cathedral was huge and when you see it, the first thing you would relate to it would be the sea.

It was painted in diverse and beautiful blues that combined it seemed that the Cathedral was hit by the waves, if one entered inside it the idea would only get stronger.

The salty smell of the sea was everywhere inside it, they could also feel the sea breeze.

The walls were covered with stained glass windows, they had thunder, storms and raging seas.

There were multiple rows of benches leading up to a tall podium which was painted a blue-gray similar to the color the sea turned when a horrible storm raged.

Now the rows of benches were full of people but there was a bit of a strange layout.

There were men, women and children, the number of men was greater than that of women.

If there was a woman in any row, she always went to the left of her husband, if the woman was single she was in a single row for them.

All these people looked tired, some with dark circles under their eyes and others were even crying,these people were grieving.

Despite the emotional pain that these people were going through, they were attentively observing the podium in front of them, on which there was a person standing.

Atop this podium was a silver-eyed old man, he wore a soft hat, dressed in a black robe with the symbol of the Storm Lord embroidered on it.

He had in his hands a thick bible with a blue cover and it had the same symbol of the Lord of Storms.

In one of the rows towards the end was a red-haired man who watched this old man trying his best to avoid showing his discomfort.

'This is the aura of a demigod.' Adryan thought as he took soft breaths to calm himself.

The old man was Ace Snake who was praying for the believers who died at the party.

Ace's voice was strong and there was a power behind it that made people subconsciously lower their heads.

One would think that it was because the voice reached so deep into the hurting hearts of the people that they could only lower their heads to start praying.

Even Adryan also lowered his head but didn't start praying he just kept his mouth and eyes closed.

'Even his voice makes me have no choice but to lower my head and he's not even trying, the power of demigods is ridiculous!' the redhead thought in astonishment.

The suppression that a demigod could exert on a normal person was enormous, even mid-sequence beyonders would have no choice but to lower their heads when in front of one!!

Adryan's supersensitive nose detected that the smell of seawater had grown stronger just as the sea breeze had grown stronger.

He even couldn't help but be moved by Ace's words and slowly he began to see a beautiful shore with a blue sea in his mind.

In this celestial sea, a beautiful ship was floating on,It was a beautiful ship made of the noblest of noble woods, it had three tall masts that seemed to resist any storm.

The sails were a beautiful light blue that perfectly reflected the color of the sea.

A large number of people were standing on it who were working together to make the ship work.

Adryan was standing on the shore and around him were all the people who were in the church and were looking at the vote crying loudly.

He managed to recognize several people in the ship, several of those who attended the party and had died he could even see the Punishers who had fallen and they were the ones giving the orders.

He saw someone working on the sails of the ship wearing a sailor's uniform just like the rest.

That was Viktor and he had a big smile as he did his part.

Adryan saw this with a soft smile but suddenly the captain of the Punishers began to sing.

"The waves on the shore swell,

the wind shakes the canvas

and murmurs in the white waves,

I hear your savage saying.

It calls me away, the ship beckons,

rocking impatiently, on a long way.

There it stretches in the desolate distance,

you can't come with me, you see, my boy

how easily my stars sink,

how easily the wind turns into a storm,

then death threatens in a thousand ways,

How did I challenge him, if I knew you were in trouble?

Or untie the noose from your arms

and also separate your heart from me!

Do I know if I can do it?

and victorious return home?

The wave that sings so seductively now

maybe it's the same one that's devouring me.

It's still in your hands

you have not entered into anything unsolvable yet,

Or quickly part your young life

of my uncertain being

Oh I want, or I want, before you have to

Giving up is easier than losing.

Oh let me drive in consciousness,

that I am alone on earth

so bow down to the monster

before the unheard of not my mind.

I play with terror

and suddenly I could be at my destination.

Cause high up on my masts

your photo will always be inspiring,

and, scorched by lightning,

increase courage with its brilliance.

The howling winds, no matter how eager,

don't drown out the sound of your voice.

And if only I could see and hear you

then there is no problem with me,

I don't want to do without life

and I want to fight with death;

How would a world become a burden to me?

embrace angels as beautiful as you.

You won't break my image either,

inaugurate it with tears of friendship,

it will be in days of pain and joy

be your comfort and confidante.

Yes, stay, even if everything is gone,

my friend in paradise home.

And then throw the wrong wave

I died back to the beach of flowers

i know better than that

another, a faithful hand,

that does not reject contempt or pain,

to bury my remains."

Viktor sang his heart out as did everyone on the ship.

Suddenly, several women dressed as sailors came out of the ship's cabin while holding trays full of wooden glasses with foamy beer filled to the brim, they did so while dancing and singing sharing the beers with the men on the ship, these women were some of those who had died at the party

The lady Viktor was flirting with at the party approached him while singing and in her hands she had a wooden cup full of foamy beer which she handed over to the man who received it with a smile.

Taking a big sip he wrapped an arm around the woman's waist who giggled.

Viktor sighed satisfied with a foam mustache and kissed the lady, separating from the woman she now also had a foam mustache which caused them both to laugh.

At the end of the song the sails were high and the wind began to blow, slowly the boat moved away from the shore and all those who were on the boat looked out and began to say goodbye waving their arms while laughing loudly.

Adryan watched this with a soft smile and his eyes were slightly teary.

'At least in this vision you had a happy ending,' thought Adryan sadly as he extended his arm and waved it goodbye to his friend who laughed loudly, still with his arm around the lady's waist.

"TAKE CARE VIKTOR" Adryan yelled at the boat that was getting further and further away, Viktor just raised his wooden cup towards him with a smile.

Slowly the ship moved away on the horizon until he lost sight of it and the vision faded until he found himself back inside the Cathedral.

Tears fell freely from his red eyes, taking a hand to his face to wipe away the tears, he could hear the loud sobs and cries of people crying for their loved ones who would no longer return.

"The believers in the Lord of Storms will embark on a journey across the ocean to the divine kingdom of our Lord, the journey will be one without pain and sadness where there will only be celebration and joy because the Lord will receive them with open arms" Ace said as he closed the blue-covered bible.

"May the Storm be with you" he said as he punched his left chest with his right fist.

"MAY THE STORM BE WITH YOU" shouted all the believers who hit their left chest hard.

"May the storm be with you," Adryan repeated as he also punched his left chest with his right fist.