"Oh great Eternal Damnation, Selena Bright! The good follows you, the evil admires you! The light yearns for you, the darkness also hopes for you! You are a being that transcends all, the color that God painted over everything!"
When Ash climbed out of the body bag, he saw countless black-robed believers kneeling on the ground, their faces pressed against the floor, zealously singing hymns. These familiar praises almost triggered Ash's post-trauma stress disorder.
Could it be that these hymns are actually a standardized version used worldwide?!
"I'm really starting to suspect that we're in this mess because of you, Ash…" came the mournful voice of Harvey next to him, followed quickly by a muffled groan as a black-robed believer stepped on Harvey's left arm, flattening it — not that the believer was particularly forceful, but because Harvey was missing a bone in that arm.