The church, the church he built with his own hands.
When Wright set out, he never thought he would return to this place so quickly, and moreover, he never imagined that upon returning, he would lose the favor of the Holy Light and become an ordinary person.
Losing extraordinary powers, losing the status of a Transcendent, this wasn't much of a concern for Wright. Power was merely a tool, and he had lived for twenty years as an ordinary person before acquiring this tool. He wasn't particularly attached to the identity of a Transcendent, but losing his affinity with the Holy Light left him particularly somber.
He stood silently for a long time in front of the humble church, observing how the small tower and spire above the church formed a sharp sword silhouetted against the giant sun, piercing the sky like the first Holy Light guiding humanity through ancient darkness. Finally, he sighed softly and stepped forward to open the church's door.
