Her golden braid had come completely undone, countless golden strands dancing in the wind, holy and awe-inspiring.
Jeanne's skin had turned dark gold, but the most miraculous sight was the pair of snowy wings spread behind her, pure white and flawless, long and beautiful.
She looked like an angel descending.
Curse Mark Stage Two!
"Ange!"
"The holy maiden really is an incarnation of an angel!"
"O Lord..."
The young reporter from Le Monde, Colonel Bastian of the peacekeeping forces stationed in Africa, and the other Derna locals trembled all over at the sight of the descending angel. Their knees instinctively buckled, and they fell to the ground, chanting the Lord's holy name.
"So beautiful! So wonderful!"
The only person still standing on the ground was the Black cameraman. With the camera on his shoulder and its lens pointed at the sky, his eyes brimmed with tears of emotion as he howled, venting his overwhelming excitement.
The angel's descent was recorded in its entirety and broadcast live to tens of millions of viewers around the world.
For a moment, countless people were dumbstruck. They not only had no idea what to say, but even their thoughts ground to a halt.
Then the world was shaken, erupting into an uproar!
"Horus?!"
Set raised his head and looked at Jeanne soaring through the sky on outstretched wings, his face contorted as he gritted his teeth.
Horus, with his falcon's head and human body, was one of the most renowned deities in ancient Egyptian mythology.
He was the guardian deity of the pharaohs and the symbol of kingship, an amalgamation of numerous deities associated with kingship, the sky, and the sun.
He was an exceptionally powerful chief god, one who could even be considered the representative of the ancient Egyptian Heliopolitan Pantheon.
Horus and