647 Church, House, and Temple

With the strength and frightening power unleashed by the three consecutive explosions, it was already an inevitability that the whole area will be silent.

There is nothing else in this area that can make a sound after all, not with the extent of the explosions.

"…."

But amongst the scattered ashes and countless fires, a small voice could be heard, echoing out quite nicely on the desolate crater.

"Did we get them?"

The voice, which was both high-pitched and nasal in nature, was full of curiosity, as if its speaker was trying to discover something.

"Hey father, did our bombs work? We have to be sure, or else our enemies could run away…"

Such quality of voice was already irritating on its own, but the sense of nagging that its speaker had implied just made it sound much more aggravating.

"Hey father! Don't just stand there and stare at the ground! Let's go in and scour for survivors!"