What had transpired was seen and felt from certain distances as the spacecraft hovering in the atmosphere just above the Orion Continent transformed into flames.
Its debris and the Obelisk Space Station itself were in shambles as though it was chiseled from mere paper. Such a sight could be mistaken for a meteor shower as every part of it entered the atmosphere, burning to its destruction, ready to hit anything, anyone at random.
As the war continued to rage on some parts of the Orion Continent, causing this peculiar, unknown incident to happen without being noticed by some others, the man himself, Artorious Hall, was glancing at the crack of the Black Veil. His ashen eyes darted around, seeing the ragged body of one of his previous companions as the beginning of this hell.
"What did you do?" Artorious Hall queried, his voice cold.
