This is a long time ago, when I...or rather, when I was Jeana...It is a card given to me by Lilith.

In other words, this is Lilith's room! She has kept this birthday card that she couldn't give to me... Sara couldn't believe what she was seeing - is Lilith really the Mother?!

There is a diary on the bookshelf, and although hesitant, Sara decided to take a look.

Although Lilith and she used to have a mother-daughter relationship, now they are enemies.

That day...

She didn't die back then, she is still alive.

I am very clear about this.

But why hasn't she been found until now?

We need her power in order to enter the ethereal paradise and for people's happiness.

She will descend again for this.

And...I want to see her!

I don't think I am just an observer in this world, but the reality is that there is nothing I can do.

It's just...it's so frustrating!

"Oh my...what is all of this?"

Sara was certain that these were all written by Lilith. This is her room.

Because she is the supreme leader of the temple, it is only natural, but it is so ironic that Lilith and Yuanhui, these two opposing individuals, are friends.

But even so...

Sara still felt surprised.

Could it be because she was indoctrinated with the belief of the God King since she was little?

So even after growing up, she wanted to follow the method mentioned in the temple to find "Saint Veronica" and ultimately seek further redemption from the God King.

It's like an animal born and raised in a zoo, thinking about its struggling companions in the cruel natural world, and trying to convey the idea that the zoo is an ideal world to them.

But in reality, they do not realize that they themselves are the pitiful beings imprisoned in an iron cage.

Poor Lilith...my dear sister.

Sara ran back down to the lower floor.

After learning about Lilith's thoughts, her mood changed. Her heart was filled with determination and confidence. So she firmly believed that she could open the final door.

Confusion and fear have disappeared completely.

However, the lower floor presented a new scene.

The bloody filth was seething, pulsating like a heartbeat, as if thick blood clots were forcefully blocking the veins.

Sara felt that this was evidence that the situation was becoming urgent.

The "power" of that unborn creature has become strong enough to influence the outside world.

She has to hurry!

Heather covered her stomach with her hands and started running with all her might.

She grasped the handle of the last closed door, concentrating all her determined will.

Finally, Sara successfully opened the door and walked inside.

But...as soon as she stepped into the room, she felt an unprecedented strong dizziness.

It was a dizzy feeling mixed with a strong sense of familiarity.

She used to live here...it's true!

She had this feeling, no, she was absolutely certain.

The desk...the small bed...some outdated paintings hanging on the walls...the rotten cloth hanging on the hanger...all these things were familiar.

It's Jeana's...Jeana's home!

But for some reason, she could only think of it as an illusion caused by the distortion of space and time, or...but this is definitely her own bedroom where she used to live with her mother.

There was a sheet of paper on the desk, it was the same as the ones she had encountered along the way.

"Father..."

Sara's gaze fell on that sheet of paper, and her heart felt even heavier in an instant.

That person should be behind this door...didn't escape, and all my searching wasn't in vain!

Although she didn't know the reason, she just had this feeling.

But behind this door, there is not only that woman.

I feel that it is something very dangerous and disgusting - or perhaps, it is the God King they mentioned?However, I still want to open this door... And I plan to settle this matter!

Although I am not a god or king, I want to save her... No, everyone!!!

The time signed at the end of the article... five hundred years later?

At that time, my father was also here... in this child's room...

Sara looked around, hoping to find more evidence, but she discovered something strange first - a sketchbook placed on the table!

Sara immediately recognized that this thing was not hers... No, it belonged to Jeana! It was another me... the sketchbook that I currently like very much, with a drawing of my father on the cover.

After looking for so long, is this a message left by my father?

No... My father's handwriting is very neat and tidy, this is impossible... Wait a minute!!!

Sara seemed to remember something again...

Although my father's handwriting is very neat and tidy, this is a drawing... It is something my father was least good at. Perhaps it was deliberately hiding something, just so that I could understand it.

The inside pages of the sketchbook were filled with crayon-written, twisted and crooked words, just like scribbles - it was my father's artistic style.