"God's descent! There are other Good Gods in the Sixth Epoch!"
Someone beside the long dining table said it, but everyone was forced to shift their gaze away from the figure at the end of the street. This, too, was an existence mortals could not look upon.
A massive silver moon hung high overhead. The Blood Mist swept back in, and the god at the end of the dining table and the god at the end of the road gazed at one another through the long night.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment. Bloody light and silver moonlight intertwined. The ground trembled, the wind howled, and even the world itself seemed uneasy.
"Silver Moon!"
A gentle voice rang out in the hearts of everyone present who could still retain consciousness. The god beneath the silver moonlight raised a hand and pointed at the sky. A brilliant trail of light lit up at His fingertip, and in an instant, sacred radiance dispersed the Blood Mist from at least half the city.
He walked toward the mansion along the road, trailing silver moonlight behind Him as though it would leave a permanent brand upon space itself.
A huge shadow of flesh hung high in the sky, its twisted, enormous body roaring. The flesh quivered, and clumps of filthy blood dripped around the mansion. The Blood Mist surged in again, while black lightning crackled now and then where the silver and bloody lights met.
The blood-robed Saint at the end of the long table held a knife and fork. With a casual flick, the dinner knife in His hand flew out through the hole in the wall.
The White-Robed God approaching from the road did not pause. A silver great sword gleaming with sacred light appeared at His side, then shot straight