The rising sun illuminated this centuries-old church city.
The gigantic sun rose from the horizon, covering a large part of the sky as its massive disk radiated cloud-like halos in all directions. The wooden-like patterns on the sun's corona solemnly gazed upon this land of blood and fire, the century-old streets of Lu'an City, the ancient church spires, the mottled city walls and towers, and the stone pavements soaked in blood and flame. All of it bathed in boundless and warm morning light, a pale golden hue spread throughout the city with the morning light. This scene couldn't help but make one think of the image that Saint Dumas painted before his death four centuries ago—
I see a gigantic city, endlessly wide, with light seeping through the city's bricks and stones, the entire city seemingly cast from light.
