Just a glare.
Just a single, casual glare was all it took for God to render Fangalore powerless.
He fell to his knees, primordial fear etched across his face. And from the depths of his soul and core being, screams burst his eardrums, begging him to flee for his life. To run away. To never again look back.
But it had been too late.
With a wave of his hand, the light-shrouded Heavenly Progenitor erased Fangalore from reality. His Divine Spark, which had been tirelessly forged and cultivated to perfection, meant nothing in the face of absolute power, and within an instant, it shattered and vanished.
A being nearing the very pinnacle of the Ascension Tower—dead in the blink of an eye.
And all without the transcendental Heavenly Progenitor leaving his throne of blinding light…
