Above Pearl Lake, thick smoke filled the sky and blocked the sun, like ink dropping into a pond and dying everything pitch black.
Grant and a few other people flew above the thick smoke, enveloped in Holy Light. There was arrogant indifference on their faces, as they lowered their gaze to look at the disfigured Pearl Lake.
At the moment, the entire lake had disappeared. It was as though some frightening creature had landed here and clawed out a huge pit in the ground. From there, there was a collapse of the ground spreading out, stretching towards the east and forming a winding and complicated deep valley.
The thick smoke rose up from the collapsed ground, carrying with it a heavy smell of gunpowder, and perhaps… even the stench of blood.
"This is the result of going against God's will."
