‘A pretty star is falling,’ Amon thought as he pressed his face against the window. The cathedral was in an uproar, but the goblin could not be bothered to worry about that, as he was mesmerized by the falling star. His mouth hung agape as he thought, ‘It’s my first time seeing something so cool…!’

A giant meteor was falling from the sky toward the plain, and an extremely strong gust of wind blew across the landscape as if a mighty typhoon were passing by. The winds were so strong that even the large, sturdy cathedral started to shake.

The monsters inside the cathedral panicked.

“W-What should we do?!”

“Kyaruk! Kyaruruk!”

“Damn it! Will the cathedral hold out? That’s a huge meteor! Everything will be obliterated!”

“I don’t know! How should I know?!”

“It’s still not too late! Let’s run away!”

Some of the Templar Knights ran for the door, but Reanna blocked their way and shook her head. She said, “It’s too late. You won’t be able to outrun the blast that will follow when the meteor hits the ground.”

“But we can’t just sit here twiddling our thumbs! We have to do something!” the Templar Knights protested.

“There is one thing you can do if you’re a true believer,” Reanna replied as she pointed at Amon. The one-armed goblin was on his knees praying.

The Templar Knights’ expressions were suddenly filled with shame. Even a goblin was praying, prepared to accept his fate; and yet, what were they, who were Templar Knights, doing?

Meanwhile, Amon was mumbling a prayer. ‘Oh dear god, please let me touch that pretty star at least once… Please let...