"Good."
As Her Majesty the Queen said this, a sudden tremor surged from front to back from the direction of the Altar of the Goddess of the Dead Moon. It was as if something had slammed into the sanctuary—something as huge as a mountain-sized beast. The entire Dead Moon Hall shook with a thunderous boom. The Bone Pillars creaked ominously, and the deep vaulted ceiling overhead hummed and buzzed, as though the whole world were swaying. Sand poured down like a waterfall.
Andria took a step back and steadied herself. She raised her head, wariness showing in her silver eyes. At some point, a dark, heavy spear had appeared in her hand. It was her Light Spear, "Raven."
Brando staggered, then immediately raised his head and swept his gaze around warily. This tremor clearly shared the same source as the one he had sensed moments earlier. His first thought was that the City of Eternal Death had somehow suffered an earthquake. But at that very moment, a third tremor struck.
This tremor was even more obvious than the previous two. The entire Dead Moon Hall suddenly jolted backward, giving everyone inside the illusion that the hall had shifted one or two centimeters. With a crash like shattering glass, the rose windows on both sides of the corridor—depicting the classic legends from the Dark Holy Scripture—burst apart simultaneously. Dragon Slayer "Hudson," The Coming of Darkness, the Rising of the Dead Moon, "Benn Borton" and his followers, Blood and Lamb—all of them fell from the windows several meters above the ground and smashed onto the floor, becoming a mess of multicolored glass shards.
A wave-like motion spread through the believers in the hall from front to back. The believers, having lost their balance, fell row after row, as if an invisible scythe