Uriel's eyes widened, and his heart skipped a beat.
The old man met his gaze, its azure depths suddenly seeming like an infinite cosmos; never-ending stars and worlds swirling in silence.
The fabric of the world around them melted, turning into a grotesque fusion of reality and void, laws and runes breaking apart into a chaotic expanse that would drive any mortal mad.
Sweat soaked Uriel's back. He found himself unable to breathe, unable to move, barely able to think, fear rising from somewhere deep within to overwhelm him.
'…God?'
Not 'a' God, but 'the' God? What did that even mean? How was he supposed to react to something like that? Why was—
The old man observed Uriel's reactions, his gaze piercing past the physical and into his very soul. He remained silent for long moments, letting Uriel drown in his own spiralling thoughts.
"…"
Then, suddenly, he threw his head back and burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha!"
