Though the ghostly blue flames were scorching and bright, as they swept outward, they did not dispel the surrounding darkness. Instead, they made it seem even deeper.
The all-encompassing hail of bullets resembled an iron-gray curtain falling from the sky, or the countless arrows facing a lone cavalryman charging an army.
At six thousand rounds per second, even the roar of the metal was drowned out, turning into a piercing shriek like a soprano's voice.
It was nothing short of a sonata of death.
Sound waves and muzzle flashes spread through the enclosed room, shaking not only the air but even making the ground tremble slightly.
At such close range, ordinary people merely standing within the church grounds would have been plunged into inescapable dizziness by the intense ringing in their ears and disorientation.
The door, steeped in history, shattered outright into flying fragments. In the invisible heat, the splinters turned into acrid white mist before they could even catch fire.
Even so, the gunfire showed no intention of stopping.
It continued to spray like fireworks.
Only when the trigger once again clicked emptily did the attacker silently release her hand, kick down the partition that had long since buckled under the strain, and step out.
She was a nun with short azure hair.
Her sky-blue eyes complemented her hair.
Moreover, despite those exotic colors, her delicate face possessed an Eastern beauty that immediately brought to mind a quiet, gentle yamato nadeshiko.
Combined with her age-still quite young, yet past the awkwardness of adolescence-even if she could not become the sort of idol adored by everyone,
she would likely have won plenty of affection in everyday life.
However, upon seeing the six barrels by the girl's hand still trailing smoke and heat, and the way she carried this sixty-kilogram weapon