With a clear ringing of bells, a vehicle resembling a steam train shortened to just two carriages hurtled straight toward Angel along the metal rails laid on the ground.
It's a tram... What an antique! No, for this era, it's already advanced technology... Suddenly confronted with something beyond the current era, Angel froze for a moment. She instinctively reached for a longsword formed from the Flames of Destruction to cleave it in two, then remembered that she had most likely already reached the Western Continent through the Mystic Ritual. Suppressing her urge to destroy it, she nimbly turned sideways and dodged the speeding train.
After all, I'm the one standing on the tracks. It wasn't deliberately trying to hit me... she muttered, her gaze sweeping over the blue carriages as they passed, giving her a clear view of the passengers standing behind the glass windows.
They were crowded together, facing the street, but they consisted of nothing but heads floating in the air, with bloody spines dangling beneath them.
The train passed, and the ringing receded into the distance.
Angel remained where she was.
She slowly turned her neck, making sure she had not become nothing but a head like those passengers, before following the departing train with her eyes until it vanished at the end of the street.
*When I first saw this street in the gray fog, after making some progress digesting my Despair potion, the pedestrians, rickshaw passengers, and pullers were all normal humans. But just now, before I performed the Mystic Ritual with the Corpse Oil Candle while the Mirror Person kept me company, the people I saw showed varying signs of corruption. Now I've come face-to-face with an entire tram full of flying heads... As my Sequence rises and my connection to the sefirah grows