Holy Land of Birka.
Reg, who was turning a handle beneath the island cloud, had no idea what impact his actions were having on the outside world.
Starting from the palace at the far right edge of the Holy Land... the magnificent halls, gleaming under the lights as they stretched leftward, went dark one after another like falling dominoes.
In the end, even Birka Temple at the highest point was plunged directly into darkness.
Fortunately, it was already late at night, so not many people witnessed the scene... but the divine soldiers guarding the palaces inevitably descended into chaos.
"How is this possible... Even if there was a power failure, all the electricity couldn't just disappear!"
"Could there be intruders?"
"Go notify the captain of the divine soldiers, and the priests..."
"Has there been any news from the Windmill Workshop?"
The darkness did not last long. Soon, Lamp Dials lit up the palaces throughout the Holy Land once more.
Yet the Windmill Workshop mentioned by the divine soldiers had fallen into a strange state... the circular bulbs inside were losing power without anyone controlling them.
The electrical energy normally stored within them vanished without a trace in mere seconds.
"What exactly happened..."
"Lord Yves, the power stored in the bulbs has disappeared for some reason..."
"Then hurry up and find out why! Are you planning to wait until God's punishment falls before you move?"
The man who had rushed over in Battle Boots had a vicious scar on the left side of his face, making him appear even more sinister beneath the Lamp Dial's light... he was the one responsible for standing watch tonight!
Especially during a time when God was seriously ill, such a grave mistake had occurred!
"Yes, Lord Yves... Should we call in the electrical technicians?"
"Obviously...