From afar, the single-celled God, no, the future origin of life, was looking down smugly at those suffering helplessly beyond the gate of the Azure Mountain.
They paced back and forth, some were on their knees begging, and praying to the gods, yet all their efforts appeared to be in vain.
Because the one who brought them disaster, was God.
Whilst the world's Heavenly Axiom who could impose sanctions, had their hands tied up in other matters.
If they wanted to get God's mercy and forgiveness, they had to offer sacrifices.
However, the required sacrifice was something they would never be able to offer.
So they could only writhe in helpless agony and desperation.
Back then, when he was formerly known as the "God of Plagues", when he was living among the other gods, his greatest pleasure had been to watch how the mortals suffered helplessly in despair over the blight he spread, yet powerless to do anything.