Chen Ke weaved his way through the chaotic city, occasionally sidestepping families on the run, and now and then, someone would implore him for the Church's aid right in front of him. Wishing to avoid any involvement, Chen Ke could only bow his head and pass by.
While dodging the crowds on the streets, he was also mindful of the iron balls and burning barrels falling from the sky. Chen Ke arrived at an unremarkable alleyway backed up against a street.
Through wooden windows, Chen Ke could still hear some people inside the buildings reciting prayers, begging for the gods' protection. He didn't waste his life activating Spiritual Vision to investigate; in such a scenario, it made no difference who he encountered.
Terrifying whooshing sounds cut through the air periodically as burning barrels soared across the sky before smashing into rooftops and building walls, blooming into flame flowers while the screams of the unfortunate consumed by fire reached his ears.
