In the early hours!
Room 123 in West View Town.
Hawk sat by his daughter Jean's bed, reading the Grimm's Fairy Tales in his hand, as Jean's eyelids started to droop, and then gradually, her little hand tugged at Hawk's shirt and she fell asleep.
Just like when he was watching the timeline contract.
Hawk didn't stop immediately but finished the story entirely. Only then did he turn the page, fold the shirt corner, and place it on the bedside table, then kissed his daughter Jean's forehead, and got up to leave the room.
Then...
He headed towards the guest room, where he could see the house diagonally opposite, the house where Amy lived.
Pushed the door.
Came into sight.
In front of the guest room window, Gwen and Wanda each sat on a small stool, engrossed in watching the house diagonally opposite.
Indeed.
Women are incredibly energetic when gossip is involved, without feeling that staying up late is a problem at all.
And...
The bond between women can often be maintained with just a piece of gossip.
Like right now.
Not only Gwen thinks, but Wanda also believes Amy is buying a car and taking out money to elope with Andrew.
That's it.
Anticipating it might be tonight, they moved the small stools here right after the lights went out in the house across the way at ten o'clock.
Gwen turned her head to look at Hawk entering the room.
"Is Jean asleep?"
"Mm."
Hawk replied briefly, then raised his eyes to glance at the house diagonally opposite. With the X-ray, he saw Amy, who, instead of choosing to go to the bedroom to sleep in the dark, sat on the living room sofa, seemingly waiting for something.
At this moment.
Hawk received a message from the large web created by the Seventh Sense encompassing the entire West View Town within a five-kilometer radius.
A specific fish has entered the net.
"Here it comes."
Hawk raised an eyebrow, looking towards five kilometers outside West View Town.
Came into sight.
Under the bright moon and sparse stars, a blood-colored figure was rapidly approaching in the direction of West View Town at a ghostly speed.
In just the blink of an eye, his figure moved from five kilometers outside West View Town to four kilometers.
Three kilometers.
Two kilometers.
One kilometer.
Five hundred meters.
Entered town.
The bloody figure, like a specter, silently landed in the backyard of Amy's house.
The newcomer raised his head, under the moonlight.
The man's hair was half an inch long, his stubble was messy, and he had a look of having been exposed to the elements in the wilderness for a long time.
Although this man was old, his scraggly beard had turned into stubble.
But...
It was Andrew Chloe himself.
Almost the moment Andrew landed in the backyard, Amy, sitting on the sofa, seemed to feel something as she looked towards the backyard, then upon seeing Andrew, her eyes gleamed with surprise and joy, and she got up.
The next second.
Andrew, also walking in from the backyard, looked at Amy running towards him, a smile of happiness from a long-awaited reunion appeared on his weather-beaten face.
The two embraced tightly.
Amy tightly held Andrew, clasping Andrew's back with both hands, letting the tears slid from the corner of her eyes.
Even though she had seen Andrew last night.
But...
Last night she slept too deeply, thinking it was a dream.
And today!
"God, I knew you weren't dead."
"That's great."
Amy murmured, clinging tightly to Andrew.
Andrew firmly held Amy in his arms, stroking Amy's hair, his voice sounding slightly muffled as he said, "Don't mention that damn name, our family ended up this way because of him."
Indeed.
After being resurrected by those two Birdmen named Jack and Allen, Andrew finally figured out the reason over a long period.
Indeed.
Although he was a small figure, not even qualified to attend university, and at most difficult times, worked three jobs a day to support himself and his wife, Amy.
But...
Small figures also possess the wisdom of small figures.
Even though Andrew didn't understand why the two Birdmen killed and then resurrected him.
But he was sure.
These two people had ulterior motives.
Indeed!
Years after being converted into a so-called Blood Angel by these two Birdmen, he finally obtained the truth during a drunken conversation.
The truth sounded absurd.
Andrew didn't want to believe it, but it was so.
His son was too excellent.
So excellent that after his son grew up, he would even threaten Yahweh and declared that today, he would take over God's house.
Then...
God was displeased.
His son not only ruined several of Yahweh's plans but even killed one of Yahweh's projections. Therefore, God dispatched three Angels and divided them into two groups to prevent his son from discovering them.
One Angel crossed into his son's timeline.
The other two Angels, namely Jack and Allen, crossed into his timeline, and upon landing, they severed their Angel's Wings to completely block his son's discovery and kill him.
This way, his son would become an orphan. His son would be adopted by the church, where, under the influence of the Lord, he would grow accustomed to the Lord, worship the Lord, and subsequently obey the Lord.
Upon learning all this, Andrew was furious to the point of explosion.
He wished he could kill the drunken Jack and Allen on the spot.
But he couldn't.
Because Yahweh's setup didn't stop there.
Andrew also learned something from Jack and Allen's words.
The reason Yahweh couldn't manifest on Earth was that the ruler of the Hell Dimension, Mephisto, had snatched Earth from his hands.
And if Yahweh's glory were to shine upon Earth again, the authority over life and death on Earth had to be seized.
This required first killing Mephisto.
Ever since Yahweh was driven from Earth by Mephisto, Yahweh's backup plan had actually been in preparation.
Jack and Allen were the guardians of the newly emerged Death Angels.
They would arrive before the Death Angels awakened, then, as guardians, launch a war to reclaim Hell, kill Mephisto, and regain control of the entire Hell Dimension, ultimately bringing the Hell Dimension back to Heaven.
As for him,
Even if his son ended up walking the rebellious path against Yahweh, once the authority over Earth's life and death was in hand, he could use his bloodline to blackmail his son.
This was something he absolutely couldn't allow to happen.
So—
Andrew pretended to be ignorant and silently endured all along, shadowing Jack and Allen within the Holy Land of the Lord.
There, he saw the true nature of what was called sacred.
Lewdness.
Shame!
This made Andrew feel extremely disgusted, but to reunite with his wife as soon as possible, to see his son and daughter.
He silently endured.
Until—
One day, when Jack and Allen went down to the basement for revelry again, a letter from a priest named Moluo, from a church, arrived here.
He took a glance.
Then, without hesitation, he tore apart the letter, bottled up his endurance for years, finally erupted, and left while Jack and Allen were unprepared.
Andrew initially planned to solve the so-called Death Angel, completely cutting off Yahweh's ambition to return to Earth.
But he failed.
Fortunately, he managed to slip away at the last moment, hiding in a cargo ship, and when he awoke again, he saw the soaring Statue of Liberty in the distance.
Andrew thought of his wife, his son, and his daughter.
But he was more aware of the terrifying nature of Allen, Jack, and their associated Vampires, so he dared not recklessly enter the city.
These days, he stayed in the wild, only venturing into the city after nightfall, returning to his home, like a wandering ghost in search of his wife, son, and daughter.
He recalled his wife, who suffered from heart disease, worrying whether Amy might die before he did.
In his despair, as he returned from New York City to the wild, he suddenly caught the scent of his wife in the air.
Andrew could hardly believe it; then he saw Amy in a small town, smiling with three children.
He looked at Amy's rosy complexion, thinking she might have remarried.
Until—
He heard a woman with flaming red hair, indescribably beautiful, holding a one-year-old child calling Amy 'grandma.'
At that moment, Andrew was both ecstatic and acutely aware of the need to remain calm and not act impulsively.
Because it was simple.
He sensed a terrifying energy from that indescribably beautiful woman.
Andrew was worried it was a trap.
So he dared not approach rashly, always observing from a distance until the day before yesterday when he received news that Jack and Allen were preparing to head to a certain town in Texas, remembering how that priest named Moluo was also heading to a certain town in Texas, he finally stopped waiting and last night, manifesting in a hug with a still-sleeping Amy.
He needed to go to Texas.
To kill that Death Angel, and then he would commit suicide, thoroughly extinguishing Yahweh's attempts to use his son.
As Andrew fully disclosed everything, Amy's expression transformed from disbelief to unparalleled anger. Then, listening to Andrew's plan, her expression kept changing and finally, she simply gazed at her long-lost lover, Andrew.
"I'm going with you."
"No, Amy."
"I said, I'm going with you."
Amy clenched her teeth: "He has wreaked so much havoc on our family, I'm going with you, for you, for our son, and daughter, to seek justice."
At this point.
Amy took a deep breath, released Andrew, then firmly held the keys in her hand, her eyes resolute as she looked at her husband Andrew.
"I'm going with you."
"...Okay."
Andrew opened his mouth, facing Amy's gaze, his tiger eyes filled with tears, nodding heavily: "Okay, we'll go together."
The next second.
A voice echoed behind them.
The tone was eerie.
"No, you two aren't going anywhere!"
"..."