The word 'Kneel' had not yet fully faded when Whiteness moved without any warning, neither buildup of law nor any distortion of space, nor any divine radiance as a matter of fact.
Whiteness seemed to have only moved a single step forward, and then, the Infinite Space seemed to tremble, not aloud, but conceptually.
Whiteness's small, barefoot body vanished from where it stood, and in the same instant, a fist appeared before Jacob's skull, so close that the air between them ceased to exist.
It was not a punch wrapped in mana, law, or divine light; far worse, as it was pure godly physique, condensed to the point that even laws were irrelevant. The fist carried no technique, no flourish, no mercy, but only finality!
As a Higher God, Whiteness's physical body had been tempered beyond realms, beyond evolution, beyond myth. Even if every divine law he possessed were sealed, even if his authority were crushed to dust, his flesh alone eclipsed Mythical Beings.
