The mortals, world kings, and beasts didn't fare better either. No matter how powerful they were, only one outcome awaited them. They were crushed and absorbed, leaving nothing behind.
"Please no," the Will of the World cried out again. "My children! My poor children!"
Billions of people were going to die, and the Will of the World wept, pleading for mercy. But Loki didn't care. He was destroying an entire world, but it all felt like he was taking out the trash. Or maybe harvesting some fruit. It was a routine activity anyone would do without thinking.
Not only did he ignore their cries and not think about what he was doing, but he was already thinking about which of the two remaining large worlds to destroy.
Heavenly Eye had placed the four large worlds at the cardinal points of a Cartesian system. The first one he destroyed was in the south. Now he was in the east. Only the worlds in the west and north remained.
'I should go for the closest one in the north,' he thought.
