The spinning metal warhead hovered in mid-air, frozen by an invisible force, and then clattered to the ground following a gentle snap of the god's fingers.
Guided by his keen intuition, Alex quickly closed his eyes, his body trembling incessantly with fear and reverence.
One must not look directly at a god. That was the supreme law.
Never before had Alex so clearly realized the truth passed down among Extraordinaries as he did right now. He knew it was Elias, the skeleton who usually wore an apron to prepare three hot meals for Alex every day, but at this moment, he didn't dare to look up at Elias, not even the slightest bit.
He closed his eyes, squeezing them shut so tightly that his eyelids ached.
The insurmountable gap in power and life level made him tremble violently. How could he ever catch up to Elias? How could he catch up to such a great god?
God and mortal, mortal and god, the boundary between them was as distant as heaven and the abyss.
