Standing at the pearly gates, Beatrice's eyes glimmered with neon lights. What she could see wasn't gold or divine light, but the glimmer of neon lights, titanic skyscrapers, and the industrial machine world the orcs had created. There were no angels around, just drones and airplanes, titanic spaceships with enough power to wipe life from small planets, and glowing galactic chains that could even enslave the stars and suck them dry.
Her soul shook, and she could feel her body burning to ash as the unimaginable current of the mech's electric brain stressed her nervous system above its limit. The chains binding her soul to her body were already crumbling, yet death never showed up. The gates in front of her closed, and an angel stared right back at her from behind the blinding gate.
She was still alive.
