章節 45: Chaos pt2
Ralak dropped the gravity on the cultists in an instant, and the weight of his power crushed hundreds of them where they stood. Their bodies crumpled and flattened, reduced to nothing more than lifeless remains. The few who were still alive trembled in sheer terror, unable to move, paralyzed by the same force that had just decimated their comrades. Their minds raced, but they knew their end was coming.
Ralak advanced slowly, the ground trembling beneath his feet, each step shaking the earth with his immense control over gravity. His cold gaze swept over the survivors, and his hands rested calmly behind his back, as though he were taking a stroll through a quiet garden instead of the battlefield. He hovered slightly above the ground now, his power lifting him effortlessly into the air, the scene around him one of complete devastation.
"You all lived without fear of my lord," Ralak's voice echoed, low and commanding, "and worse—without belief in the one true god."
The surviving cultists, those who could still muster the strength to look up, saw him rising into the air, a being above them in more than just stature. He floated higher, his presence looming like a dark cloud of judgment over the broken remnants of the Void Cult.
"I'll show you the power of God today." His words were a chilling promise, as the gravity in the area around the cultists intensified even further, causing the very air to ripple under the weight of his control.
The remaining followers watched in horror, knowing there was no escape. The cult's disbelief in higher powers, in gods, had carried them this far. But now, as Ralak hung above them like a vengeful deity, they realized the truth too late.
"ALL MY SAINTS, LEAVE THE BASE!"
Ralak's command echoed across the entire city, his voice cutting through the chaos with divine authority. Without hesitation, the Saints obeyed, retreating from their positions and rising into the air to join him. Though they lacked Ralak's full mastery over gravity, the Saints could momentarily manipulate it enough to ascend skyward, their figures drifting toward him like specters in the twilight.
Ralak, still hovering above the ground, lifted his hand into the sky. His control spread outward, and in moments, the landscape around the Void Cult's base began to tremble. Trees uprooted, boulders cracked from the earth, and debris of all kinds began to levitate. The air became thick with rubble, and within it, even the remaining followers of the Void Cult were drawn upward, helpless against the immense gravitational pull.
From the ground, the thousands of cultists who remained stared in sheer disbelief, their faces contorted with terror. The sky above them was filled with a swirling vortex of trees, rocks, and their own people, all lifted impossibly into the air by the very force they had once denied.
Ralak's gaze swept over them, cold and unwavering. "Your end has come," he declared, his voice resonating with finality. "Hope and pray that you find salvation in death, for there is no salvation left in this world."
With a swift motion, Ralak brought his hand down. Everything he had lifted into the air—trees, boulders, rubble, and the bodies of the cultists—came crashing down with devastating force. The sound of impact was deafening, the earth shuddering under the weight of the destruction. Dust and debris exploded outward, filling the air, and in an instant, the Void Cult's base was nothing more than a smoldering ruin, reduced to nothing by the overwhelming power of the Primordial God's will.
Ralak floated above the carnage, his expression unmoved. This was the fate of those who dared defy the true god.
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