The diamond eyes watched this time and place emotionlessly while underneath those diamond eyes, the believers' own eyes revealed the most fearful expressions life could show.
Then, everyone died, bodies scattered everywhere.
The Flowing Light Sea turned into a morgue as if a space rain of corpses had just fallen, and the "raindrops" had not yet dried.
It was as if a civilization with a custom of space burials had been born for tens of thousands of years, their deceased forever drifting in the sky.
A three-meter-tall being of the Divine Clan—Ye'er, had blood gushing from every pore on their skin.
She began to cough, each time hacking up pieces of her innards, her body started to disintegrate, collapsing entirely into a pool of blood.
The blood flowed into the diamond eye, and when only a bit remained, the diamond eye sparkled with vitality, as the will of an ancient god descended.
"Run," Si turned and fled.
