Rain.
Rainwater fell on the towering church filled with holy light, making a soft "rustle" sound.
The melodious sound of the bell kept ringing.
A total of twelve chimes.
Only when the bell stopped did two rows of angels quietly appear.
They knelt on one knee, chanting a spell, completing that obscure and long technique as if reciting poetry.
Then a streak of white light descended in the void, gently illuminating the entire holy world.
"Lord."
The leading angel spoke:
"Twelve chimes must herald an event surpassing history; we beseech you to deliver a divine message."
As the words fell.
The white light quietly flew forth, merging into the angel's body.
Moments later.
The angel opened its eyes, stood up, and looked at its companions.
Facing everyone's expectant gaze, it spoke:
"A power that transcends fate has been born."
"What is it?" an angel asked.
"'Unknown.'
The other angels displayed expressions of disbelief.
Another angel couldn't help but say:
