They joined hands. The world inverted.
They emerged from the labyrinth to find the sky over the Heiligh Kingdom torn open—not by clouds, but by a cascading rift of golden light. From it descended not angels, but husks : former humans twisted by divine magic, their eyes hollow, their mouths stitched shut with holy threads.
Hajime loaded a bullet forged from the seven labyrinth crystals. "Then let’s see who crashes first."