Obliteration

> > Obliteration knelt and put one hand on it; the other he placed on my arm. “You shall eat the fruit of the labor of your hands; you shall be blessed, and it shall be well with you. Farewell, Steelslayer.”

> > My breath caught as I was seized in the flash of light. A second later, I found myself looking down at Earth.

> > I barely heard the crash behind me as Obliteration left, abandoning me. I was in space. I knelt on what appeared to be a surface of glass, looking down at a gloriously stomach-twisting sight: the Earth in its splendor, surrounded by a haze of atmosphere and clouds.

> > [...]

> > I passed through a corridor, with difficulty. There was something etched into one wall, and I ran my hand over it. English letters? I could read them—some kind of company name, it seemed.

 > > I was in the old international space station, but it had been transformed into glass.

> Chapter 47, Calamity