(Unbelievably, it had already been four years since this book began. Time really... whatever, years really... whatever... Can I take this chance to take a day off? =.=+)
A Fallen Apostle reconnaissance ship painted black and red suddenly tore through space and plunged headlong into Heisenwood's atmosphere. The abrupt turn of events left all of us briefly stunned, but before I could act, a dazzling white beam from high above tore through the night and pierced the ship. The white light carried a sacred brilliance and majesty. It was clearly Alaya, who had been setting off fireworks in outer space, reacting in time. The beam triggered a violent explosion as it passed through the enemy vessel. Even from this distance, we could clearly see that nearly a third of the ship's middle and rear section had been blasted apart. Its streamlined hull bent at a bizarre angle, while bright explosions burst throughout the rear engine assembly. Alaya's attack had accurately destroyed the vessel's energy reactor, presumably to prevent it from sending an alarm back immediately.
The lights and red energy streams at the front of the reconnaissance ship flickered violently twice before gradually dimming. Trailing thick smoke, the powerless vessel began slowly falling southeast, leaving a long streak across the sky. A moment later, the sound of the initial explosion finally reached us. After waiting a little longer, we heard a second blast: the sound of the ship crashing.
Everyone saw it. Naturally, the surrounding crowd took it as the Goddess acting again, and the cheers erupted once more. I watched the distorted trail left by that white beam and quietly wiped away some sweat. That dumb cat had finally reacted in time for once. Still, that kind of reaction speed was normal enough. Alaya had been a general of