Bab 544: Leave and Follow Me

Inside one of Jerano's many establishments was a small chapel devoted to no religion but a sanctuary for those who wanted to feel at peace. The cold air sat between the rows of hardwood like a blanket for life's final station, covering a woman with white hair that held a book.

"And when you hear my name," her lips recited, "that will be the end of time, and the beginning of me, then tomorrow will never be," her eyes rested on the last line as someone appeared on the doors of the chapel. "I heard that you grew stronger again."

"You cannot believe whatever you hear," muttered the man as he walked over to sit beside her. "Are you reading His Faith?"

"As all humans should," she smiled and closed her book. "I never took you for a worshiper."

"I am here for a different kind of god," the man turned toward her. "I have a question for you."