“In my memory, that side of the world was tainted by the use of Sorcery. That’s why we have to purify it with holy fire,” Mr. Thursday said as he pointed to the east.
When they were burning the world, it was in a literal sense. They were burning the world, turning the effect of Sorcery on the earth to ashes. They spared nothing, no one, no witnesses.
They were determined to let the world start anew.
“And at the far east, where you can see it from here, is where the holy fire was never exhausted because too much curse of Sorcery needed to be burned,” the man said.
“That much destruction was possible?” Harriet asked, and the man nodded.
“In a way, your timeline was the best-case scenario. Ezra’s sacrifice had not only saved us but also our future generations,” the man said.
“You sacrificed yourself too,” Harriet reminded.
“Not me, but your husband...”
