Marta was always helpless in the face of violence. She had grown quite accustomed to being exposed to absolute violence that she couldn’t resist with her own strength.
Humans who have experienced complete despair become numb. This was something Marta had no choice but to realize through a rather unwelcome method during her lifetime.
However, in this place, the Domain of Rest, the circumstances were different. All souls could take rest as much as they desired, and while they were immersed in sleep, absolute safety was guaranteed under the protection of the master.
Marta was still numb in the face of violence, but this wasn’t the same despair as in her lifetime; rather, it was a reaction stemming from a sturdy sense of stability. So, even if a commotion that shook the heavens and earth arose like that, she could remain calm, unlike before.
Whoosh—
Thud! Crash!
The corpses swept up in the explosion flew fluttering through the air like fallen leaves. Then, soon after, they were violently slammed to the ground along with the shattered tombstones.
Ah, O Rest! Fortunately, those fragile souls were still unharmed and peacefully immersed in sleep up until now.
However, if the disturbance were to prolong, eventually, they too would have their rest interrupted and awaken. The ongoing clash between the two was by no means a desirable phenomenon.
[…Now, they should be appearing soon, shouldn’t they.]
Marta held her breath and waited for…