Crack.
The Deep Blue Church bishop's metallic-sheened skin split with countless cracks, large and small. Hurricanes and flames burst from them, intertwining around him to form the image of a Terror Giant.
As the flames grew denser, Cyril felt as if the giant woven from fire before him had come to life. A gaze filled with overwhelming will descended upon him.
Then his heart suddenly began to race, and all kinds of extreme, negative emotions welled up inside him.
His nostrils twitched slightly. He smelled gunpowder and saw mottled rust-red spots, each the size of a fingernail, appearing all over his body.
Pollution from the God of Weather!
While his body was in another dimension, he could ward off most harm from reality, but pollution wasn't among it.
This wasn't just pollution from the God of Weather. It was also mixed with pollution seeping out of the City of Calamity.
As his thoughts stirred, an inexplicable impulse rose in his heart. He grew irritable and uncontrollable, desperately wanting to leave the dimension he was in, face the figure woven from flames, and destroy him.
That was what he thought, and that was what he did.
The membranous wings on his back fluttered slightly, and his figure began to solidify.
The giant woven from flames drew a blazing white spear, tinged with blue, from the air. Wind and fire coiled around it as it hurled toward him.
His Spirituality screamed with instinctive warnings of danger, jolting Cyril out of his extreme emotional frenzy. Then he saw the blazing white spear, tinged with blue, fill his entire field of vision—and continue to grow larger.
Just as he was about to return to reality and be struck by the spear, an Angel bearing twelve pairs of silver wings suddenly appeared in his sight