Carnage, bloodshed, fire and brimstone lay an entire country to ash within mere seconds. It’s mass destruction causing a torrent of shockwaves to lay waste to buildings for miles.
Even if the impact was miles upon miles away. Amour’s great monarch had to lay a form >
A smile formed upon her lips as the newly appointed seraphim finally lost consciousness, deep in the heart of what used to be Ethos.
A new age has arrived.
Yet, it all made perfect sense. Her role in this world, the path she was to pursue. Her god's plan for her was made abundantly clear when the data sorted itself into the words of divinity.
> Uriel, go forth. Rebuild your home in my image and lay waste to the enemies of progress.