Praising the Lord's Name with Noble Blasphemy

"Come on, when did you become so sentimental, Fardius... Big Brother?"

A light, teasing voice came from the darkness. The silver-haired girl lightly lifted the hem of her formal dress and skipped out through the airship's hatch, standing on the deck as she peered down curiously.

At a glance, the entire city had ceased to exist. Several bottomless craters had carved the earth into a moonscape. Scalding dark-red lava flowed and surged everywhere, steaming fiercely like a freshly baked lava cake.

"Casting God into the hell created by human hands. Yes, this was the spectacle I wanted to see."