With his divine eyes, Zigeyr pierced the walls of the compound until his gaze locked onto his target. The Prime Minister of Aliana.
A blink later, space folded, and he was standing inside the prime minister's chamber.
Idom, the forty-five-year-old leader of Aliana, sat hunched over his desk, lines of exhaustion etched deep across his face. His mind was consumed with the crisis tearing his nation apart.
Then, without warning, a young man, perhaps twenty-five, dark-haired, dressed in simple attire, appeared out of nothingness in the center of the room.
"Hell—"
Bang!
The report of a pistol cracked through the chamber before Zigeyr could finish his word. A bullet slammed straight into his forehead. He didn't flinch. No wound. No blood.
Idom froze, eyes wide. Then, with trembling hands, he fired again.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Each five shot struck true the boy's chest, head, neck and yet the intruder remained unharmed, as if the bullets had vanished into the void.
When his magazine clicked empty, silence swallowed the room.
"You… how—how are you still standing?" Idom demanded, his voice shaking. "And how did you bypass my guards?"
Finally getting the chance to speak, Zigeyr smirked. "At last, you're willing to talk. I expected you'd shoot, but I didn't think you'd be so quick about it." His tone carried more amusement than anger. "Decisive. Very good."
He strolled unhurriedly to a chair opposite the desk and sat down, utterly at ease.
"Your nation is in crisis. Territories are being conquered and even though you are showing the world that you are winning, but it's a non-disputable fact that the nation is crumbling away."
Idom's mouth went dry. He tried to shout, "Guards!" — once, twice, again. No answer came.
"It's useless," Zigeyr said, his voice calm and sharp as steel. "This room is sealed. Nothing leaves it. Not even sound."
The prime minister's face paled. For the first time, he believed. This was no ordinary intruder.
Idom stared at the intruder's face for quite a while. It was just another regular face you can see anywhere, but there was something strange. It gave a strange feeling of something not being right.
Idom wanted to stand, but the moment this boy appeared in this room, his legs somehow stopped working at all.
All of this combined created fear inside his mind. He took a deep breath before opening his mouth,
"What are you?"
Zigeyr, with a calm smile, stared back at him. "You can call me Chaos." He paused before continuing, "Or Zigeyr if you want something a little more humane."
"Chaos?" Idom cannot understand the boy at all.
Zigeyr sighs before replying, "Well, simply in your world terms, I believe, we are called Gods."
Idom narrowed his eyes at that sentence. "Gods?"
"Yes, a God." Zigeyr's smile bloomed and his gaze deepen at Idom while the latter continue to stare at him in puzzlement for a while.
Eventually, the stalemate ended with Idom sighing, "So, you are saying you are a god?"
"I don't like to repeat the same thing, and it seems you don't quite believe it?"
Idom had a tragic smile while replying, "It's not that I don't believe that you are a God, but my situation is such that I have some difficulty in believing in this word 'God' itself."
"Oh, you poor child." Zigeyr raised his hand and, from his index finger, a light escaped towards Idom's forehead. Idom, helplessly, could only allow it to get inside his forehead.
Suddenly, an influx of information surged inside Idom's mind. He saw a planet.
A planet as humongous as a cluster of galaxies. And so divine that one can see the essence of beauty itself in it. So beautiful that no one would doubt that it's Heaven itself.
There was no sun, no moon, but still there were day and night. Anyone born here was so beautiful that jaws will drop upon seeing them on Earth.
There was such great harmony here that this place was only worthy for those divine beings known as Gods themselves. Those who can destroy mountains and move continents. Those who can revive dead and create lives. Those who are so majestic and mighty that any other race in this universe dulls in comparison.
He saw an infinite numbers of illusory paths reaching to some unknown worlds and connection all of them to this single, great Heaven.
With his clothes soaked in sweats, Idom opened his eyes and gasped in surprise over the knowledge he just got.
"Heaven, Gods, Angels, Elves. We-we are not alone in this universe."
"How arrogant of you to think that this whole universe is just for you and you only."
Idom looked up at the boy opposite him with his eyes wide open.
"Yo-You are a god." He wanted to kneel, but his legs were still not in his control.
Zigeyr smiled at his response. "Now that you know the reality of this universe, I have a question for you."
His smile deepens as he asked, "Which religion do you follow?"
The prime minister hesitated, then admitted quietly: "I follow the Path of Enlightenment… the teachings of Yani."
"Well, then that's fine. Seems like you are a good choice for Cardinal. If you were some other's disciple, then I would have been forced to replace you."