In the starry expanse of the myriad races—
"O lost children of the world, adrift in the bitter sea of sin, place your faith in the Kingdom of Heaven. Only thus may you set foot upon the path to eternal life. Amen!"
Holy voices poured from the mouths of the angels. Golden radiance surged forth in mighty torrents, forcibly converting one chaotic star region after another.
Many places had already fallen completely.
The holy angel Raphael descended upon the Eastern Starfield.
The five pairs of wings behind him spread for billions upon billions of meters, as though forged from a single mass of pure gold, tinting the entire Eastern Starfield into a serene and sacred painting.
Resounding hymns rippled across the cosmos in widening circles.
A sacred blossom revolved slowly, while dense layers of holy sigils and sacred sound spread in every direction.
"Ahhh—!"
"What… what is that sound…"
"No… I don't believe in the Lord…"
