This is the insurmountable chasm between humans and gods.
Merlin wasn't sure if he should refer to this angelic creation as a god, but that was the term humans used for things they couldn't understand.
In the face of the inescapable white radiance, all human resistance returned to its starting point, including themselves. Even the guards who came with the committee members and Chen Qi, who was caught up in this unforeseen calamity, weren't spared.
They returned to their pre-reassembled forms.
Perhaps in front of the supreme being mentioned by the committee, the resistance of the "puppet" was like that of an insect, stirring no ripples. Merlin knew why he hadn't met the same fate—the committee still needed someone to set up the final summoning ritual for them.
They didn't need his consent from the beginning.
