Looking at the Bronze Statue, Elliot felt as though he were back aboard the airship, looking down for his first bird's-eye view of that flourishing city, the jewel in the Empire's crown, Saint Clair.
Back then, he had felt it was a magnificent gemstone, and everything had seemed beautiful.
Now, he stood upon the earth, looking up at the Steam Angel in the heavens.
Theresia was still just as beautiful and exquisite, but there was not a trace of mercy in her ruby eyes.
It was as though he had finally awakened from a dream that had lasted too long.
The Steam Angel rose higher and higher, until all of Saint Clair could see her enormous bronze silhouette.
Outside the factory, Vanessa suddenly lifted her head from drawing the sacrificial ritual.
Her pupils abruptly dilated in her expressionless face as she stared fixedly at the rising Steam Angel.
The believers around her stopped what they were doing and turned to look in unison.
Only the groans of the wounded sounded particularly piercing in the deathly silence.
Not far away, Flora had just slammed a monster that had sneaked in against the ground and snapped its neck.
She pressed a hand against her chest, feeling the pulse within.
The [Thing of Immortality] gave an almost imperceptible tremor.
Maeve was sprawled over a monster, tearing into it with great bites, when Simon suddenly patted her shoulder urgently.
Maeve immediately raised her head in alarm, blood still dripping from her fangs, but her gaze was drawn to Theresia as she continued to climb.
Xiao grabbed Phoebe, who was running about with a gas lamp, and was about to scold her when the little girl pointed a grubby finger at the sky. Xiao turned to look and froze where he stood.
In the Library