There Are No Gods

The solemn, reverent atmosphere inside the Stone Tower was swept away. Like a pool of blood bursting from a severed artery, thick blood eroded and swallowed everyone. Everywhere one looked was an enchanting, lurid crimson. Crack! An utterly abrupt sound rang out, especially piercing amid the desolation, as crisp as a silver bottle shattering. It interrupted every devoutly praying believer. They instinctively looked up toward the source of the sound—the enormous dome at the very top of the Stone Tower!