The colors of dusk appeared in the sky.
The asphalt ground looked like it was natural, like it had already been down there right from the start, like it was erased completely with an eraser. The plants didn't grow here, there was nothing that could block the wind, as the slight breeze brushes her face. The smell of engine oil permeated the air, it was the atmosphere of this country's urban terrain.
A sonic boom could be heard from above.
Looking up, the gigantic body of a plane flew through the sky at a low altitude. Maybe it was because it was Daihaseisai, there were a lot of planes flying around.
There was no one around.
The first reason was that this wasn't some area that was meant to attract others. The second reason was that currently, the global scale sporting event Daihaseisai was underway. Compared to coming to this sort of place, it was much more meaningful to head to the arenas.
Thus, she was the only one on this asphalt road.
Because of the lengthened shadow cast by the setting sun, the shadow was of a woman holding a large Cross. The owner of this shadow slowly pulled away the Cross from her shoulder, and placed her hand on the white cloth wrapped around the Cross.
The cloth unraveled in a 'walam' sound.
This 150cm long, 70cm wide, 10cm thick pure white marble cloth appeared, with only the bottom of the Cross as thick and sharp as a sharpened pencil.
The Croce di Pietro.
On first glance, one could feel the weight of this thick stone item. Even after more than 1,800 years, this antique still looked as good as new, as if it had been shaped inside a plastic mold. Though it was a large stone item, being passed down from person to person over such a long time, the interior had not deteriorated the slightest bit.
Such perfect preservation was not due to the tool's own defensive effect, but rather that it wasn't revealed in history at all.
She used two hands to grab the white Cross that was as smooth as the skin of some rich Missy, and slowly lifted this Cross that had nothing on it. The weight of the Cross transferred from her arms to her back, waist and legs.
Without hesitation, she swung the Cross onto the ground.
With the increase in speed due to the enormous weight, and the sharp tip at the bottom,
The Croce di Pietro, with all the conditions met, pierced through the asphalt ground without any resistance, deeply into the ground of the capital of Japan.
"Let the sky be the ceiling, and let this place be a safe haven for the living. Please grant me protection, O Twelve Apostles."
The line that stabilized the Croce di Pietro was different from how she would normally say this.
The Cross that was erected on the asphalt ground activated by itself, as it moved by itself adjusting the angle as if the ground was mud.
She looked up at the sky.
Though it was not completely night yet, the first star was starting to twinkle.
"Then…"
A magician was standing on the large experimental runway.
On this ground that no ordinary person could enter, the place looked like a grassland held by tar. The even asphalt ground continued on until the end of the horizon.
"I'm all done here. In a few minutes, the world will change."