The church was very quiet, his only companion was Marina.
"She truly has aged," Chen Xuan said softly.
Joan's once dazzling golden hair had turned white, and deep wrinkles could be seen on her forehead and at the corners of her eyes. At this moment, she had also taken off the armor she almost never parted with, changing into linen clothes. This outfit she had worn when she went incognito, living as a cowherd woman in a mountain village. It could be seen that she did not resist this period of her life much. Instead, she considered death as another retreat.
"I still don't believe in the existence of divine beings... but at this moment, I hope her Lord can accept her," Marina prayed with both hands clasped.
"I guess... you must be the Divine Envoy Joan spoke of, the one who brought miracles?"
Suddenly, a voice full of age spoke from behind the two.
