"All struggle is futile."
"The moment I chose to speak with you, your destiny was already sealed. Becoming the kindling for the resurrection of the divine will be your supreme glory."
As that sound grew clearer and clearer.
In the square, the eyes of the ordinary citizens became duller, the corners of their mouths rising into exaggerated smiles. Spiritual chaos began to ripple among the crowd, causing the surrounding air to form dense circles of waves, intertwining together.
Soon after, it seemed the ground sprouted black buds, and the bodies of the citizens started to blur.
Vaguely.
A sound seemed to transcend from ancient times, solemn and despairing, like weeping and crying.
In mid-air, a rusty humanoid creature slowly coalesced in the spiral of spiritual turmoil. Rather than a humanoid creature, it was more like a sculpture made of iron and earth, with a giant iron wheel struggling to turn behind it.
At the instant it opened its eyes.
Buzz—
