There, at the bottom of the crater, the body of the boy still lay there, as though untouched. Worse still, that girl with the red hair, she too was untouched. And all around them were untouched, all their allies. It was the monsters that had cast up a hail of blood and bone – it was only the monsters that had suffered from that attack.
"IMPOSSSSSSSSSSSSSIBLE!" Francis cried. He was no fool. It did not require any thought. He'd already put the pieces together earlier, and then it had happened once again. This was the power of the Gods. This was their doing – but it was not they who wielded it. Their power had no will of their own. No, this was the will of that unconscious boy. Once more he had managed to control it, and once more he had thwarted Francis with it.
