"…Explode."
Every major faction god froze.
Their eyes slowly widened as their bodies began to warp and tremble. Their wills quivered, rapidly growing unstable. Their expressions drained of color. But before any of them could react, their wills finally gave way.
The next instant… they imploded.
Deafening booms tore through the space as blood and gore burst outward, splattering across the stunned, frozen faces of the surrounding gods.
As the haze cleared, a deafening silence settled over the entire space. Every god slowly turned toward Atticus, their bodies trembling.
Countless mixtures of blood drenched the ground before him, yet not a single drop had touched him or those behind him. The gods swallowed hard. He had killed them all… gods standing at the peak of the Span… with a single word.
The legends were real.
Gulp!
With the matter settled, Atticus ignored every gaze and began walking toward the grand stairs, his expression unchanged.
