The scene in front of him was so ordinary that Barton didn't feel that there was anything wrong with it.
Although he vaguely felt that there was something familiar about it, he didn't think that it was worth puzzling over it.
How could a daily scene not be familiar?
His gaze shifted as he looked up into the sky. He saw the crimson moon quietly hanging in the sky, shining with light, causing his mood to settle down involuntarily.
At that moment, Barton seemed to have let go of an invisible burden. His body and mind were unusually relaxed. He no longer had the same fear, anxiety, and frustration from before.
His spiritual intuition told him that Vernal's matter had come to an end, and it would no longer affect his life.
"Holy Lord of Storms. Lord, thank you for your blessings." Barton immediately struck his left chest with his right fist and muttered to himself.
