"…do I really have to do this again?"
The voice was calm—bored, even—but it echoed with the weight of galaxies. The crowd stood frozen. No one breathed. No one moved. The presence of the unknown being beside the living throne was so suffocating, it was hard to tell whether time had stopped or everyone just forgot how to function.
"What the hell does that even mean?" someone in the crowd finally shouted, voice shaky but loud. "Who the hell are you?!"
Everyone turned to the source—a man in his twenties, dressed in modern clothes like most others. He was trembling slightly but trying to keep a brave face. Maybe he thought this was some elaborate game or trick.
The figure didn't move.
Then—
SPLAT!
The man exploded. Just like that.
