Red Moon Returns

God said, let there be light, and it was so.

The small medicine box floated in the air, but the colorless light was not born here.

The sky, the earth, the mountain top, the bottom of the sea, the creatures in the world, everything, the soft light was born in every place and every corner.

Light is everywhere.

All the creatures who are still awake in the world subconsciously look up at the glowing sky, then look down at their glowing bodies, and seem to understand something in confusion.

Everything is beyond common sense, everything goes against common sense.

But everything is normal, because this light is interpreting the sacred.

The whole world is filled with light, soft light, sacred light, which makes people immersed in it, as if they have returned to the arms of their mother, enjoying the long-lost peace and tranquility.

Through the bright light, people seem to see an old woman in a trance, a white robe, holy and extraordinary, hunched back as if carrying a heavy burden, gray hair and ravines on the face seem to be engraved with the vicissitudes of time.

The old woman knelt on the ground, clasped her hands in front of her, lowered her head and closed her eyes, with a solemn expression. She did not make any sound, but every creature in the world bathed in light seemed to hear an old but powerful voice.

"Listen to every groan of the patient, feel the pain as if you were suffering yourself, regardless of your identity, do your best to treat every patient, and sacrifice everything for this. I am willing to give the rest of my life, I am willing to offer my soul, I am willing to sacrifice my will, I am willing to give everything I have. I am willing to bear all the disasters in the world with my own body, and save the world from diseases and sufferings."

That was not a sound, it was a cry from the heart, that was the truest wish of Saint Nightingale. Compassion for the world, cherishment for living beings, hatred for suffering and disease, carried by light, instantly spread throughout the world.

Through the light, people can truly feel the heart of the saint, the empathy for the pain of every patient, the noble will to take their place, and the ambition to save the world even at the cost of self-sacrifice.

Behind her, the hearts of millions of people gathered together, which was the embodiment of the will of countless ordinary people, the sense of responsibility for the world, the desire to protect the people they cherish, and the courage to protect the peaceful life in front of them.

The simple will of ordinary people, after a whole day of brewing and fermentation, turned into selfless virtue at this moment. This is the noblest will in the world, putting aside all self-interest and calculations, just for the same common goal.

At all costs, save this world from this mysterious plague.

The noble virtues of millions of people turned into the best nourishment for the light of miracles. The next moment, the old and simple medicine box floating in the air suddenly exuded a soft and warm breath.

The divine power erupted for the second time, the power of healing, riding on the light of creating miracles, ignoring the process of transmission, ignoring all obstacles, and spreading all over the world in an instant.

Bathed in the warm breath, the creatures seemed to return to the arms of their mothers, wrapped in selfless love, and felt indescribable safety and comfort. The creatures closed their eyes involuntarily, relaxed every muscle in their bodies, and enjoyed this rare moment of happiness and peace.

In the light, the old saint's figure was becoming more and more hunched, and the wrinkles on her face were increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, but she was unaware of it, still kneeling quietly to pray, countless invisible and intangible thoughts emanated from her body with her prayers, wrapped in the virtues demonstrated by millions of people, and sent into the small medicine box.

At this moment, people saw her long and short life in the haze.

The child who lost his entire family in the plague fell on the roadside due to serious illness and was rescued by the suffering nuns. When she saw the elder sister who gave her a second life fall to the plague, and what she was most worried about before her death was her unrelated child, a seed was planted in her young heart.

So, after recovering, Nightingale joined the Church of Suffering and became the most loyal supporter and practitioner of the doctrine of suffering. From then on, her life was only about saving lives. She stood at the forefront of fighting against disease and death every day, constantly going in and out of epidemic areas and battlefields, and pulling back countless souls wandering on this side of the Styx. For this reason, she fell in front of death countless times, but stood up again countless times.

"I need your help, all the living beings covered by light."

In the light, Saint Nightingale slowly opened her eyes, her heart was calm but firm, just like her hands extended to the patients every time. She did not speak, but the voice in her heart had spread throughout the world. All creatures bathed in the light of miracles, whether they were intelligent creatures or not, directly understood the will contained in the voice from a conceptual point of view:

"Diseases and plagues are not terrible. They cannot knock us down. The only thing that can knock us down is the cowardice and fear in our hearts. That is our biggest enemy."

"Creatures bathed in the light of miracles, children of every god, I need you to put aside the cowardice and fear in your heart and face this plague with the greatest courage. As long as you have the courage and determination to defeat the plague, we can definitely defeat the plague and let the world return to peace."

Under the nourishment of the light, an imperceptible warm current burst out from people's souls, and the subtle warm current grew stronger in the soul.

Looking at the old, weak, tired but extremely determined figure, listening to the steady voice coming from the heart, people only feel that the fear and darkness that have been entrenched in the depths of the soul for many years are inadvertently dissipating, and courage is unconsciously taking root in the depths of the soul.

We should not be afraid of the plague. We have the blessing of the gods, the protection of the saints, and so many people who love this world. Now, the saint has shown us the miracle. What else do we have to fear?

Then be brave, we are also bloody.

The call of the saints aroused the blood in the hearts of all living beings, and fearlessness and courage are the best weapons to fight against the mystery from the dreamland. At this moment, the courage from the living beings bloomed with the strongest power. In the face of this power, whether it is disease, transmission or replication, these powers that rely on mysterious power to erode the world are retreating step by step. The living beings can even clearly feel that the depression and despair that have been entrenched in their hearts for more than a month are rapidly fading, and hope is rekindled in their hearts.

Yes, courage has been ignited, and the living beings are no longer afraid.

In the light, the old woman who had been praying with her eyes closed suddenly opened her eyes. For the first time, a smile appeared on her exhausted face. She slowly stood up, tremblingly lifted the hem of her white robe, and bowed slightly to all living beings.

As she moved, the small medicine box floating in the air suddenly exploded, turning into billions of streams of light that merged into the sky. At the same time, the brightness of the light that illuminated the whole world suddenly climbed to the extreme, and the whole world was filled with light and warmth.

The effect of the miracle light was completely activated.