Chapter 310

"How did we get here?" Maximillian asked the princess of steel.

Lydia was pressed partly into the floor by the sheer might of his magic. The ruins around them acted like a stark reminder of a renaissance passed. A wonderful cathedral, that was what it must have been once. Two lines overlapping in the shape of a cross, a fundament of beauty with broken windows that fractured the light of the world into a thousand colours.

Through the open ceiling, rays of sunlight cut through misty air, creating pathways of light towards the sky that made it look like God himself was beholding what was happening. But there was no single, omnipotent god watching. Only powerful beings that claimed that title, rightfully so in Maximillian's mind, and a single, even stronger person that had no need of being called such.