A high-sequence deacon was leading them—and one carrying a Holy Artifact at that.
Angel breathed a sigh of relief. Lanevus should have nowhere to escape now.
She watched as three Nighthawks carried a strange mirror into the Guild Dormitory and shut the door. The area around East Balam Dock soon returned to calm. The airship's propellers had stopped as well, leaving it suspended in place by hydrogen buoyancy.
Only the machine guns on the hull occasionally shifting reminded them that time here had not frozen.
Angel waited patiently, waiting for the battle inside the dormitory to be decided, waiting for Lanevus to die beneath the Sword of the Goddess.
Then she noticed that the gas lamps near the dormitory were going out one after another, spreading outward as if an expanding wind had blown out their flames. At the same time, the imposing airship hovering nearby seemed to lose its buoyancy. It began spiraling slowly downward, its propellers spinning madly in an attempt to stabilize it, but to no avail.
At the center of these Strange Phenomena, the dock's Guild Dormitory erupted with an utterly terrifying, supremely evil aura. It was the aura of the True Creator, which Angel had felt several times during this period!
The aura swept over the descending airship and enveloped Angel. It was as if an invisible Storm had swept across her. Her entire body turned icy, and her limbs went numb. It felt as though she had returned to the day in Tingen City when she faced Megose and the Evil God's Offspring in her womb, or to the two divinations where she had seen bronze-skinned Lanevus and suffered the backlash of the Creator's divinity.
Had the Evil God Almighty descended again? Where were the Red Gloves? Where was Cesimir, the Sword of the