บท 42: Chapter Forty

It was today. The day the three would come; even the skies knew.

Rain fell and there was a kind of peace to it.

The sun came out and together birthed a rainbow, a beautiful creation of God meant to serve as a promise but humanity had made it something else.

Another plot of the devil that failed.

Many, hundreds of millions have turned to Christ despite most dying.

It would even seem that it was better for those that died than those that remained.

Chaos reigned among the elements;

the stars, the moon, the clouds, the sun...everything was falling to pieces, such that life could no longer be properly sustained.

William was standing on top of a hill watching everything unfold.

'The three' had come by boat instead of by plane—the air wasn't safe at the moment and as he stood there seeing humanity at its very limit, he knew that it was only a matter of days.

He'd heard about them, the three; they were a group of an extraordinary man and two women.