Funai Er's manor house had been reduced to complete ruin.
Most of the walls had collapsed, exposing twisted structures of flesh and broken wooden bones.
The lavish decorations, valuable oil paintings, and exquisite furniture had either been completely transformed by the overlapping divine realms or reduced to ash and charcoal under the sunlight and purifying power.
Only the strange plants brought forth by the Harvest Mother Goddess stubbornly grew among the rubble and wreckage, unfurling leaves and vines of all shapes and bringing a touch of bizarre life to the ravaged grounds.
Their roots burrowed deep into the land, which had been both polluted and purified, seemingly absorbing and transforming the last remnants of filth.
Hubert was carefully making his way through the ruins with the Harvest Church priests, most of whom had recovered from their injuries.
The sacred golden light was much weaker than when the Goddess had descended, but it still enveloped them, shielding them from any lingering traces of contamination and continuing to heal their injuries.
They spoke in low voices as they carried items that had not been completely destroyed but were clearly tainted by ill omens. They planned to gather them in an open area and wait for further purification or incineration.
Sister Serene and Deacon Murphy were helping nearby. Threads and mechanical lights occasionally flashed as they dealt with the remnants that required special methods to handle safely.
Everything was being cleared away in orderly fashion.
High above, the blazing sun that had driven away the filth and madness was now gradually fading and turning transparent, just as it had appeared, in a manner that defied all reason.
Its brilliant light dimmed, its massive outline blurred, and at last it silently vanished into the deepening night, like a mirage that had been far too