Bang! Bang! Bang!
A burning halo appeared behind Vasco. It was so bright, and it looked just like an iron and steel-made gear that swirled and rubbed against the air, creating numerous sparkles.
The gospel armor had grown hundreds of times heavier, and even so, it was gradually rising up from the gravel whirlpool. Soon it stopped and floated above the whirlpool.
The snakificated musician frowned and played the flute. The sound of chanting prayer and psalms got louder and louder.
The energy created from the prayers gathered around the gospel armor and enhanced it. Vasco was trapped by the gravity of the armor and the seal of gravel, like prey caught by a huge hungry beast.
"Run!" Vasco shouted. "Quentin! Run!"
A ball of fire was burning inside the armor, and the armor had turned red from the high heat and became as bright as the shining sun.
The ball of fire was actually Vasco; he was burning.