"A civilization—or rather, a world—always advances in waves or rises in spirals... Where there are crests, there are troughs..."
At the docks.
Sulu stood atop the giant waves. Beneath him, a face formed from seawater spoke the same words as him, its voice spreading across the entire city.
"And I!"
"Turing Alsace, am your trough!"
"I will destroy this world!"
"I hope that before then, you can stop me!"
"You ignorant madman!"
Suddenly, a furious roar rang out.
Isambard, the Steam Archbishop piloting a massive steam-powered battle suit, had arrived. "Transcendent, do you know what you're doing? You'll destroy everything here!"
He strongly suspected that this newly emerged terrifying powerhouse was a lunatic devoted to those Evil Gods!
Only a madman could do something like this!
"Such a filthy human world..."
Sulu's gaze swept over the city in the distance, resembling a fortress of war, and the vast crowds fleeing in madness and screaming. "So what if it is destroyed?"
As the local Archbishop, Isambard bore the heavy responsibility of protecting the city and preventing supernatural incidents from causing harm.
But this situation still exceeded his expectations.
Even though he was a fifth-rank mechanical 'Saint'!
As long as I wait another three minutes—no, two minutes—the Church's reinforcements will arrive... Isambard prepared to stall for time. "Which existence do you worship?"
"Don't try to stall for time..."
Sulu smiled and glanced at Isambard, then at a patch of empty space.
Rhode, hiding within it, immediately shuddered all over. Every hair on his back stood on end as he realized he had been discovered.
At that moment, Sulu lightly extended a finger and flicked it.
Splash!
The force sustaining the tsunami instantly collapsed.
Hundreds of millions of tons of seawater suddenly crashed down from the sky, turning into a roaring torrent