At the deepest point in the abyss of Saint Ilarion Hospital, where the "Cathedral of Flesh" lay, the thunder of the catastrophic explosions that had been grinding the upper floors faded away.
The roar of the mad battle between the three S-rank monsters ceased abruptly, as if an unseen cosmic blade had severed the cords of their voices and souls together, erasing their existence from the fabric of reality.
A silence heavier than mountains prevailed.
A sepulchral, viscous silence, in which nothing could be heard except the sound of Eva's ragged breaths as she bled from the spears of light, Sia's muffled groans, and Kyle's rattling breaths as he was pinned to the fleshy floor by a glowing spear piercing through his entrails.
Kyle's four limbs were shattered, broken at impossible angles, and his crimson eyes overflowed with tears of pain beyond what the human mind could comprehend. He wept silently, his crimson blood covering the living tiles.
