Rex stared at Kaeleth through the crimson haze of his own blood, his pupils dilated with the intoxicating rush of forbidden authority. The power of the Forbidden God designation wasn't just a title; it was a corrosive acid eating through the logical constraints of the universe.
He felt his bones grinding against each other as his enhanced physiology pushed past human limits, each heartbeat a wet thud that echoed in the hollow space between seconds.
"The asymmetry," Rex said, his voice carrying a jagged edge that seemed to tear at the very air, "is more than notable, Kaeleth... It's absolute."
Kaeleth's entire divine presence underwent a catastrophic transformation. The amber glow didn't just dim; it curdled.
The symbols that had once flowed with the grace of celestial music now stuttered and screamed like dying stars. Rex watched as the God's expression performed that singular, terrible divine function: the soundless collapse of a two millennium-old worldview.
