They sacrificed themselves, and the entire capital of France, to offer sacrifices to the gods, pleading for the power to avenge against Victory, begging the gods to strike down the flying city that symbolizes the evil rule of the Victorians.
The mother threw her baby into the ice pit, the old man cut his wrist to draw an array with blood on the snow, the young sang hymns hand in hand as they stepped into the fire of self-immolation... All of this was merely to add a grain of weight to the scales of the Divine Realm.
Their sacrifice was not out of piety, but born out of despair and hatred.
The French used their last flesh and soul in an attempt to gain the gods' mercy, even if such mercy was merely a prelude to destruction.
The gods responded to this sacrifice, or rather it was a result deliberately guided by the gods.
After all, the aim of the gods was to destroy the current world and humanity, to reshape divine rule over the world.
