บท 148: [Blood Of Fallen] [4]

The bell of the church rang slowly at a rhythmic interval.

The exterior was adorned with intricate stone carvings, depicting angels, each etched by skilled hands long ago.

Tall, arched windows lined with delicate stained glass decorated the sides.

The massive wooden doors at the entrance were bound in iron, their surface polished to a deep shine.

People in groups walked inside the church to pray.

And I stood outside the church, eyes vacantly looking at the open door.

"Are you not going in?" Ashlyn asked, her curious gaze on me.

"....No." I replied, shaking my head. "I don't feel like going in."

The last time I entered a church, I almost died without a chance of fighting back.

And no matter what, I don't want to go inside and risk my life.

"What happened?" She asked, playfully slapping my arm. "You turned silent all of a sudden."

"....Nothing in particular." I replied, a bleak look on my face.