In the silence, a fire burned in the Sacred City.

Although the demons were no longer there, the chaos continued.

However, through the door of the shop, the turbulence and changes seemed to have already disappeared.

It was like staring at the world through an oil painting. There seemed to be big waves that could reach the sky, but those were still far away.

The noises and screaming in the distance highlighted the tranquility and serenity in the shop. All disasters and misfortunes were far away from here. Only the warm fire was burning and making people feel sleepy.

However, a lonely shadow was still standing in front of the shop window.

The white-haired young girl looked up at the sky silently and intently. She was staring at the white moon that slowly disappeared, and a figure that was as majestic as a god against the Holy Emblem.

In heaven, the projection of Menti burned off. The scorching artificial sun lost its radiance and became the moon again, recovering its softness and q