"Noah, I will certainly sever your head, place it beneath my feet, use your scales to pave the Divine Throne, and extract your spine to forge a Divine Spear..."
This is both a curse and a furious vow of certain death, echoing within the Flaming Sun Divine Country, where nine suns orbit. Tens of millions of Prayer Merged are prostrate on the ground, trembling in fear because this voice comes from the center of the Divine Country, surrounded by suns in the Flaming Sun Palace, where an enraged Divine is unleashing their fury.
In the secular world, mortals often believe Divines are supreme beings, devoid of much personal emotion, indifferent and ruthless, able to sit atop temples and overlook the rise and fall of mortal races and civilizations.
But that is often a beautiful fantasy mortals have of the Divines residing high above the heavens.
