"So, Bluebird, now think again about your ridiculous God."
With eyes like torches, amidst the misty gray fog, Lorenzo fixated on everyone, not only admonishing Bluebird but also addressing all the listeners.
"From our perspective, a higher perspective, looking at these heretical groups, those so-called gods are nothing but foul and abhorrent demons, they are targets that we know and hunt, then could there be an even higher perspective, someone from that vantage looking at us, looking at you and your God, just as we view those heretical groups?"
Bluebird took a deep breath, guided by Lorenzo all along, until revealing that terrifying truth. His hands were cold, looking at Lorenzo, Bluebird seemed to begin understanding the story Lorenzo was telling, the story named Valley of Horror.
All reverence and fanaticism stem only from the unknown.
"Then what is the end of the story?" Bluebird asked.
