Above the church, a massive, seven-colored sphere of light materialized. Bolts of lightning ripped through the dark clouds to connect with it, injecting it with new power.
The seven-colored sphere of light then began its descent. It dissolved the dilapidated church below without pause, starting from the spire and working its way down, before slowly sinking into the deep, dark pit.
The dazzling light vanished—
Suddenly, Dakman Island fell silent!
The raging sea, the sweeping gales, the flashing lightning and rumbling thunder, the fleeing ships, the terrified and despairing sailors and pirates... It was as if everything had been frozen in place, utterly devoid of sound.
But for the three emaciated, cloth-wrapped figures, a light sparked in their hollow eyes—a look of ecstasy and excitement, as if they could feel the presence of the Lord of Truth they so often mentioned.
"Hhhohhho... Only through slaughter can one descend into eternal Truth!"
