Kapitel 686: Trial

 The fire has been lit. Observing the world through a lens, the old musician stared dully at the cold Ultimate. An overwhelming sense of fear has seeped into his consciousness.

"… What is this?"

Even his voice seemed to become denser and heavier in the air, but the sound of metal against metal remained as sharp as ever. The Sickle of God's Wrath was raised towards the sky.

"Deus-vult..." The old musician muttered under his breath.

The sickle was lit with flames. The elements brought down the power from the Originator as they embedded themselves into the sickle to subdue all sorts of poison, disaster and rebellion in the world.

This was judgment. This was the conclusion. This was what the Gods wanted!