That existence was the pinnacle of the beliefs of countless people in the world, he was their god, their saviour, and their master.
But he was not the true God.
That entity had long left this place for the Bastion of Stars.
What was left was an immensely powerful existence.
That was all.
"Do you need me to go myself?".
The ice cold and powerful telepathic message resounded again. This time, however, it encompassed an almighty pressure!
God was running low on patience.
Indeed, if one was to put himself in his shoes, the murder of his son would probably enrage him as much as it enraged God right now.
Even if he was God, the rage was unavoidable..
The people and angels who survived were silent, but they were forced to find a reason for their God.
In their hearts, the idea of doubt or dissatisfaction was unthinkable, for to do so meant treachery.
Which meant they had to be burned.