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Holy Light bathed the world. Amidst the sacred, peaceful glow, Zhou Chen, draped in solemn white robes, seemed to become the only being in existence.
With a wave of his hand, collapsed buildings rose as if time were reversing, restored to their original state in the blink of an eye. The victims buried beneath the rubble saw the light of day once more. As a warm glow washed over them, their injuries healed in an instant.
At a collapsed school, countless parents were frantically digging through the rubble with their bare hands, not stopping even when their palms were torn and bloody. Soon, a father unearthed a corner of a shirt. His hoarse cry drew everyone's attention. A crowd rushed over to move the debris, revealing a dozen small figures buried under dust and wreckage.
They were no longer breathing.
"No…" a mother wailed, falling to her knees and sobbing. More people collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at the tragedy before them, unable to accept it.
