First, there was a dog. Then, there was a truck... And finally, everyone saw it—a dog pulling a truck across the sky!
A wolfdog and a truck, soaring through the heavens at incredible speed. As it passed, it plowed a deep furrow through the dark clouds, like the sea parting to either side.
In the glow of the setting sun, the scene was almost like Santa Claus arriving, the atmosphere utterly dreamlike.
Bloodied rainwater constantly splashed down from the truck, and the driver looked far from benevolent. Otherwise, one might have thought they had entered a fairy tale world.
But this was irrelevant to Liz.
Even if the gates of the Heavenly Kingdom were to open at this moment, and real Saints with wings and halos were to fly out singing hymns, they could not stop her "Offensive".
