In the deepest reaches of the Steel Nest, a girl with goggles resting on her forehead ran headlong.
The Ship Graveyard that Gremlin had chosen as its ritual site possessed astonishing qualities. It did not even need to be specially converted into a temple; legend had already endowed it with the properties of Otherworld Transformation.
In other words, its internal domain and structure possessed unimaginable resilience.
Even if destruction erupted from within, even if the entire world's firepower targeted it, as long as its domain had not shattered completely, it would sever the unsalvageable portions in order of priority, like a gecko shedding its tail, preserving a slim chance of survival.
At that thought, Sylvia could not help feeling grateful.
Grateful that Gremlin had spared no effort in perfecting this particular aspect.
Otherwise, even with her decisive action, she would probably have died in the aftermath.
Fine fragments of rubble kept falling onto Sylvia's shoulders.
For her to still feel them while moving at supersonic speed with a Saint's physical capabilities, the surroundings probably already looked like a torrent of mud and rock to an ordinary person.
Perhaps because the damage was too severe, the temple had already begun instinctively separating everything outside its core.
With that Steel Nest from moments ago at its center, the entire Ship Graveyard kept collapsing.
Dust billowed everywhere, and everything that made up this space began crumbling, raining down in a torrential downpour.
Only what fell now was not gentle rain, but ship hulls heavy enough to easily crush a human flat.
When the collapse first began, Sylvia had barely had enough leeway to dodge, but now there was no room left to evade anything. She did not even dare turn, afraid that a single pause would sweep her back into that raging torrent.