He seemed to be moving.
Sidney could not be certain. As a human, he was far too insignificant to see Him in His entirety.
What he could perceive was the "ground" beneath his feet collapsing, the seawater instantly churned up.
An immense force tore the seawater apart and vaporized it, forming cavities.
Then they turned into countless bubbles that rose upward, making visibility even worse.
The entire fleet seemed to have been thrown into a washing machine. Huge steel vessels were swept along at the water's whim, like dust caught in the wind.
Fortunately, Sidney's body had undergone Ascension many times, and even this did not knock him over. He rushed to the communicator, grabbed the hand microphone, and shouted:
"This is the Judgment Angel. Sidney speaking. All ships, report your status!"
But the first to answer him was not one of the captains under his command, but Lady Camilla.
[Don't worry, Sidney. I've taken direct control of the Expedition Army fleet's main engines. The fleet is still intact!]
Sidney was startled.
Lady Camilla had not made an appearance since Elliot took command, and he had been quite worried.
But...
"You can control the main engines? On every ship?"
[That's right!]
Lady Camilla sounded somewhat excited, with a trace of something odd mixed in. [The Furnace seems to have blessed us!]
"Us...?"
[Yes. To be precise, He blessed the entire Expedition Army!]
[Although we were also hit by that impact just now, all the Machine Priests are in good condition, and the machinery is more active than ever. The ships' engines, whether intact or faulty, have all suddenly returned to near-perfect condition, and their power output has increased dramatically... in short, the fleet is in astonishingly good shape right now!]
Sidney was taken aback, the shock on his face deepening.