Elion looked up at the red sun with a deep frown on his face.
Even the sky and clouds had become bloody red at some point, painting Grimholt in an ominous light that made the flying city feel like it had drifted into another world entirely.
Was some sort of disaster really about to befall them? "Repent and seek the Goddess's mercy!"
A loud voice rang from the street ahead.
"All those who seek to survive the coming apocalypse, seek the Goddess of Light's mercy, and ye shall be granted salvation!"
"Fuck," Elion cursed under his breath.
These fanatics were really starting to annoy him.
He had just walked Aria home, and after the brutal reprimand from her father for failing to bring her back last night, his mood was already far from pleasant.
The priests and fanatics from the local Church of the Goddess of Light were not helping. Not even a little.
"Tch." Elion clicked his tongue and picked up his pace.
