Nowaru

Kir shuddered at the terrifying vision that came to his mind. He imagined that somewhere high in the sky above the Temple, a bloody fragment of an incomprehensible biomass, vaguely resembling the rear of a human, flew past. It was moving so fast that it was burning in the atmosphere. Kir remembered that he had seen something similar before; the locals called it a "divine explosion of a guzzle," whatever that meant. It was quite surprising that he remembered something like that now.