[Demon God's Essence: Resonating]
[Demon God's Core: Unsealed: level 1.]
The moment the Core awoke, the air thickened to liquid flame.
Atlas felt it first as a pressure behind his ribs, then as an expanding horizon inside his skull. Every heartbeat struck like a hammer on the anvil of creation.
He remembered.
The scene in Heaven—gold light fractured through crystal spires, the choir's thousand-fold voices trembling under his command.
The Guide within him had asked to borrow his body, and, for a few moments, Atlas had yielded. Now, the memory returned like lightning frozen in glass. His muscles recalled what his mind had tried to forget: the perfect violence of godhood.
He had ripped out the hearts of false gods with hands of light, moving faster than thought, each motion accompanied by that voice.
{{{{{{This is only but a taste}}}}}}
The words slithered through him again, half promise, half threat. His veins pulsed silver; the scent of ozone filled his lungs.
