The seams where the ceiling and the walls connect began to crack, and bits of stone fell continuously. The ceiling was lifted up along with the sky.
A giant hand gripped a corner of the ceiling, wrenching it open entirely. Above the ceiling was not the familiar sky and Sun-Day that they knew, but a clear and spotless white expanse.
The matchstick man slapped its forehead:
"I have things to do. I'll leave first…"
The giant hand reached into the room, then effortlessly picked up the tiny matchstick man with its index finger and thumb.
Both surprise and relief flashed across Hela's face.
She could tell at a glance to whom the giant hand belonged.
In the blink of an eye, Hela and Kerry vanished like mist.
When they opened their eyes again, Hewitt was standing in the center of the room, and there was a miniature model of the mansion at his feet, although the roof had been torn open.
