From this instant, the eyeball did not give any sign of life anymore. Oswald shivered to his own thoughts, the unparalleled fear generated by his core memory was never entirely pictured into his mind as he felt how crazy it might drive him anew.
The several hundred meter-tall creature that was carved into his retina was not only an indecipherable mystery but also weighed the truth in this world. Its sole existence, a being able to dry a lake with a breath or flatten a mountain with a thought. It all implied something able to create such a creature existed as well.
So everything that revolved around faith had its share of truth, indeed hell and heaven existed.
And there stopped Oswald's thoughts. He had been right when he defied Claudia during his first days in the camp.
People kill each other in the name of faith, die in the name of faith, and the angels never interrupted the massacre.
