The fallen object was a bandage, just sowhat larger than usual.
And because the bandage was gone, residual fluid from the wound had seeped out.
This was the evidence that Sona hadn't been dreaming.
Today, Kuoh Academy had beco exceptionally lively.
However, it was the weekend, not a school day.
And those currently at Kuoh Academy were almost all not students.
Each person wore sowhat strange clothing, so quite antiquated.
Moreover, one could see people dressed in various religious-style garnts.
Of course, one could also see these types of individuals.
For example, angels with twelve golden wings and halos?
For example, devils with demonic wings on their backs?
For example, fallen angels with black feathered wings?
For example, four-ard Buddhas?
For example, dog-headed humans?
They even saw so dragons?
"Go die, you damned old man!!!"
An enraged woman unhesitatingly unleashed power sufficient to blow away Kuoh Town toward a casually dressed old man wearing a hat and an eyepatch.
However, before the attack could land, the old man casually waved his hand and erased it.
"Lord Odin, please refrain from behavior that would bring sha to Norse mythology!"
Several Valkyries standing nearby looked on with dark expressions at their master, the Norse God Odin.
He had gone to harass goddesses from other mythologies.
"If you continue like this, we'll have no choice but to restrain you!!!"
The Valkyries actually produced so equipnt, seemingly not joking.
"Uh, this is sothing Rossweisse left behind, what has that girl been up to!"
Odin imdiately recognized it as a tool containing nurous sealing spells.
So he just curled his lip—better not provoke anyone further, or he might really get restrained by his own people and lose face.
"Old man, don't cause trouble in this kind of setting"
A voice said with a bitter laugh.
"Yo, long ti no see, Azazel, Baraqiel."
Odin greeted the two fallen angel executives, then slung his arm around the shoulder of the seemingly carefree fallen angel Azazel, whispering sothing while occasionally flashing a grin that won would find distasteful.
Consequently, Baraqiel, who was standing nearby, felt quite awkward.
Suddenly spotting a familiar figure, Baraqiel' expression shifted slightly as he stepped forward.
"Su—Suzaku, you're here too."
He had almost mistaken her. The woman before him, who bore a striking resemblance to his daughter, was Suzaku—his wife's sister's daughter.
"Long ti no see, Uncle. If you're looking for Akeno, she's in that area."
Suzaku pointed in a direction, and coincidentally, Akeno was just visible there.
Noticing the attention directed her way, Akeno's face turned cold upon seeing her father. She imdiately turned and walked away, leaving her father with a bitter smile.
Suzaku understood why Akeno harbored such resentnt toward her father—Akeno had always blad him for her mother's death.
Suddenly, the surrounding noise seed to vanish, and the atmosphere grew tense.
The cause of this shift was the appearance of a young man who radiated an aura of destruction.
"I never expected you to co personally, Lord Shiva~"
The first to react was the angel with twelve golden wings—Michael, who promptly stepped forward to greet him.
This young man was the God of Destruction—Shiva.
He was arguably the strongest existence in this world today, second only to the Dragon God.
"With sothing like this happening, how could I not be interested? Especially that world's Final Battle Between Humans and Gods."
Shiva's words left most of the gods present both startled and bewildered.
While they understood it might involve another world, none had heard of any Ragnarok.
Clearly, the angels, as the hosts, had not disclosed all the details to most of the gods.
For deities like Shiva, however, more information had likely been shared.
"Moreover, I quite want to et him."
As he spoke of "him," Shiva released a powerful wave of energy that startled everyone around.
"Lord Shiva!!!"
Michael, widely known as a kind-hearted soul, suddenly hardened his expression, seemingly confronting Shiva.
Thus, so gods were aware of what was happening.
The "he" Shiva referred to was likely King Solomon, rumored to have slain Indra, which piqued Shiva's interest.
Michael, concerned that Shiva might act against Solomon, issued a warning.
"Rest assured, I won't act recklessly. I'm not as discourteous as that fellow Indra,"
Shiva spread his hands and spoke, retracting his aura.
It was said that Indra's death was primarily due to a asure left behind by the God of the Bible, but Shiva had an intuition that it was actually King Solomon himself who slew Indra.
Suddenly sensing sothing, Shiva's expression tightened, and he imdiately looked up at the sky.
There in the sky, a figure cloaked in black robes extended a chanical-like arm from within the cloak?
In the next instant, a flash of light—
"...BOOM——!!!!"
The sky seed on the verge of being blasted apart, and most of the gods present turned pale.
The majority of the gods hadn't even noticed the unusual figure in the sky, let alone reacted to its attack.
Only after the explosion did they realize soone had attacked, and the attack was terrifyingly powerful—enough to obliterate the entire country.
Damn it, who was it?
"This attack is truly bizarre—it's not spiritual energy, demonic energy, magical power, or celestial arts!"
The one clicking his tongue in disbelief was Odin, who had intercepted the attack.
More importantly, as he spoke these words, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. He had forcibly withstood an attack that, if not handled carefully, could have killed a chief god.
No, to be precise, so weaker chief gods would have been instantly annihilated by this strike.
So, who was the attacker?
As the light blast dissipated, the figure was fully exposed.
The black robes that should have been draped over it were reduced to ashes in the impact, revealing the concealed appearance.
It was a humanoid form constructed entirely of machinery!
That must be the chanical lifeform Michael had ntioned, right?
It appeared so boldly, alone and confident it could annihilate all the gods here?
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