Threads—countless crystalline white threads—rose from the rifts, drifted up from the ocean, and like tentacles, held up the sky and filled those pitch-black gaps.
The massive steam airship, which had been battered down by the waves and was on the verge of crashing, killing and injuring countless people, was also pulled back up as the tentacles rose.
The tens of thousands of civilians aboard the airship were all stunned.
"I didn't die... I'm not dead?!"
Everyone looked around with difficulty.
But before they could even express their feelings of surviving the disaster,
they saw a pure milky-white beam of light rise from the sea, shooting straight into the heavens and scattering the endless dark clouds above.
Rain of light drifted down, sanctifying the world.
Schicksal.
The sounds of prayer and hymns were unceasing.
The refugees were flushed with excitement, their faces rosy.
"God created mankind in His own image; in the image of God He created them; male and female He created them."
"And God said, Behold, I have given you every herb bearing seed upon the face of all the earth, and every tree bearing fruit with seed in it; they shall be food for you."
At that moment, someone suddenly opened his eyes and cried out in delight, "I can feel it! My body is heating up, it's so warm... God... God has returned!"
Seeing this, the Anti-Entropy agent could not bear to watch and turned his head away with a sigh.
This was clearly a symptom of a final burst of life.
These people's bodies were obviously nearing their limits.
No matter how strong their will was, what use would it be?
"Warm?"
Turning over the word spoken by one of the refugees, someone gave a bitter smile and looked down at the 3°C displayed on