Chương 225: A Place Beyond Mist

Inside a church that was shrouded in fog, a single candle flickered on the altar.

It was haunting and beautiful, casting long shadows on the stained glass windows.

Behind the altar, a priest crouched in silence, hugging a Bible against his chest.

His forehead was furrowed with worry as he whispered a prayer under his breath.

Thump—the church's doors suddenly swung open, causing a gust of wind to rush in.

However, the wind carried a stench of rotting flesh and decay.

The priest stood up and looked over his shoulder to see a figure standing in the doorway, its eyes hollow and its arms outstretched towards him.

A small distance away, behind the pews, a group of parishioners huddled together in fear, praying for their lives.