His shadow stretched outward across the frozen battlefield like something that was pretty muhc live.
It didn't move the way shadows were supposed to move.
It didn't follow light or any logic at all.
It simply spread, hundreds of meters in every direction, pressing against the ground like a second layer of reality being laid over the first.
The gods above felt it before they saw it.
"...What is that?" a water god murmured.
"Something's wrong,..."
"Something is very wrong. Why does it feel like..."
Before he could finish his words, Aestrea's killing intent finally materialized.
THUD!
Three gods in the lower formation collapsed immediately.
Not from any kind of injury.
Their legs simply stopped holding them as their bodies made a unilateral decision to be as close to the ground as possible.
"I CAN'T! MY LEGS WON'T MOVE!"
"WHAT IS THIS PRESSURE!? THIS ISN'T DIVINE AUTHORITY, THIS IS... KURGHHH!!!"
"DON'T LOOK AT HIS EYES! DON'T LOOK DIRECTLY AT T-THEM!"
