The Fallen World

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Sunlight shines from the window into the drawing class, everything looks peaceful. The wind gently blew his hair. Charles put pen to stroke on a picture of a girl. Every facial feature, hair, eyes. The strokes are fast, fast. He gripped the pencil hard.

Tears fell on the painting, lead powder floated on the drops of water. His hand tightened on the pen, each stroke was unusually bold.

Jack…

The sound of a broken pen.

Suddenly! There was a loud noise, a huge ring of light appeared at everyone's feet, covering the remaining fifteen people in the class who had not left, their faces distorted, their eyes widened and they let out a cry.

"What the hell is happening here?"

After the words a large white light emitted from the bracelet. It's like swallowing everyone. Overwhelm the existing colors.

Everyone is taken to a place called the temple. The white scene was covered with a white color with clouds floating on the floor.

Charles who was stunned by the teleportation. He noticed a