"Just make you move?" Daniel asked with a bit of awe. Still, he wasn't stupid enough to think the prophet was saying this out of arrogance or pride.
This man was a god! A real god. And no matter how much he limited his power, in the end, he was still a god.
And Daniel was nothing but a mortal. No matter how powerful he was, defeating a god was beyond his reach.
The only thing he couldn't understand was why, as a god, Zirham seemed so ordinary.
"Don't overthink it. What you're seeing is only my will. This body is no different from that of a mortal. This isn't even a billionth of my true power and presence… the world can't withstand the presence of gods—it would collapse." The prophet answered indifferently.
"You just read my mind, didn't you?"
"Of course not. Your question was written all over your face."
