"No, no, no, this is not possible. THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE. HOW IS HE WORTHY WHEN HIS ACTIONS WERE NO DIFFERENT THAN MINE?"
The middle-aged man screamed and reached the statue. His actions were quite violent, and suddenly a bolt of lightning struck him out of nowhere.
[You aren't judged by your actions but by your mentality. You failed because you changed. He passed because he didn't change.]
A soft, melodious voice rang from the statue, startling Tyler.
Tyler raised his head and saw the statue, but he couldn't sense any kind of energy from it.
He thought the statue was just for a show, but it turned out it had quite an authority.
"How? How didn't he change? He fucked his mother in front of his father. His actions tortured his father."
"He was completely sunk into lust. How is that any different from mine?"
The middle-aged man didn't stop screaming. His eyes were turned red with madness.
The flashes of images appeared in his eyes. He saw himself fucking his mother and sister.
