Going back in time a bit.
After Maxwell was sent flying by the mysterious attack, he wasn’t invited to the stage of London, so he was thrown into the mountain range.
His mantle was tattered and his graceful face was covered in blood. It was an injury that was easily repairable with his power, but the current Maxwell didn’t have even a shred of mental stability for that.
—— Around the same time. The unusual phenomenon was still continuing after the appearance of the spiral structures.
A rumbling in the earth was resounding in the city that sprouted forth from the ground.
The three-headed dragon Aži Dakāha was standing motionlessly in a daunting pose, observing the events as they unfolded. To him, who had the alias of God Killer, this degree of transfiguration of the world was nothing special. The violent rumbling of the earth was continuing and the sound of large bells could also be heard, but there was no reason to panic.