Bleached.
Would that be the right word to describe this world emptied of all sensation? The wrath of god that had plunged from the heavens had burned everything away. Sight and sound, even smell and touch.
Only a few seconds passed before the light faded.
Yet the shudder I had felt during that brief span still raced through my veins. Never in my life had I witnessed a ‘miracle’ of this magnitude, and I likely would not see another for the rest of my days.
The price it demanded must have been equally immense.
How had they procured the offerings? The one who had raised the prayer was clearly my wife, but she could not have conducted a ritual on this scale with her power alone.
At least two immensely wealthy powers must have joined her. They had to have been prepared to pour every last coin they possessed into it, with literally no thought for what came after the war. From the very beginning.
Who in the world could they be?
My puzzlement did not last long. There was something I had to deal with first.
I was certain.
No, I could not have been the only one. Everyone must have realized that, despite this transcendent spectacle, there was one woman whose life had not been burned away.
The sole transgression even the Heavenly God had failed to incinerate.
Humanity’s nemesis, Delphirem, was slowly rising to her feet.
“Hh, ha…… Ahaha!…