[ On a whim, Archangel comes to Heliopolis. He sees the streets are just as empty as everywhere else. He wanders until he sees a Church; his wings help to keep him shaded as he goes.

Upon entering the so-called hallowed grounds, he scoffs and sneers at everything that he sees. If he did not worry about wasting his energy, he may have started destroying what was inside. ]

Yet again... the people hope for salvation and none is given to them.

[ His wings extend. ]

No matter what the world... gods are the same.