East Borough, Black Palm Street.
Fierce winds howled.
A tall, burly figure appeared in the night sky. He had a thick beard and very short hair that stood on end, its deep blue color bordering on pure black.
Randall Valentinus, a cardinal of the Church of Storms, Archbishop of the Backlund Diocese, and the "Deep Blue Priest," slowly descended.
The bishop's black robe, embroidered with storm symbols, pressed tightly against him in the wind, outlining his powerful physique. When he landed, the entire street seemed to tremble slightly.
Randall Valentinus surveyed his surroundings. His eyes were deep, with occasional flashes of brilliance like lightning hidden behind dark clouds.
Then, others arrived in the East Borough one after another.
They came to this street they rarely visited.
"The damage is severe. It looks as though an entire fleet bombarded it."
An old man with a pale, beardless face and deep eyes spoke softly.
He looked impeccably neat and wore an archbishop's black robe trimmed with red. He seemed advanced in years, but darkness occasionally welled up in his deep eyes, turning them pitch-black.
Anyone who faced him would feel afraid, their body and mind ruled by fear.
This was Saint Anthony Stevenson.
He was also one of the thirteen archbishops of the Church of the Evernight Goddess and the head of the Backlund Diocese.
A squad of Red Gloves followed behind him.
"Leveling an entire street-that's rather like our Machinery Hivemind's fighting style."
Another old man approached, wearing a white priest's robe and a soft clerical cap.
His face was kindly and his expression gentle, like a refined scholar.
This was Horamick Haydn, an archbishop of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, a man who was half god and half human.
Several church members followed him. Immediately behind