"What?!!!"
The word tore from my throat, raw and disbelieving. "Did you just speak about killing a god? Come on, dude! Weren't you a god yourself, or what? Is this some kind of divine suicide pact?"
[I know you won't be familiar with such knowledge, for sure. So listen up and try to understand what I will say...]
I looked around. The world was no longer recognisable. The vibrant chaos of the battlefield and the gleaming golden walls of the city had been swallowed by an absolute, oppressive blackness.
It was tightening over me from every single angle, a physical weight that felt like it was trying to compress my soul into a single point.
My skin crawled with the sensation of static and cold, yet that god kept talking non-stop, his tone so relaxed it felt as if we were chatting in the middle of his palace backyard garden while sipping tea!
