"Mr. Ethan, I've heard of your deeds."
On the prison terrace, the Prison Warden's forefinger gently slid across, and the space touched by the fingertips revealed rows of floating characters, which assembled together to gradually form a scene.
In the depths of the stars, an eye appeared faintly, and everything glanced by it grew flesh.
Insects, plants, animals, humans, and even the earth, sky, and oceans were no exception. The writhing limbs clustered together, gradually covering the planet's surface, transforming the entire planet into a continuously trembling organ.
"Old God, Bazatous, Father of Flesh and Evolution, you might be more accustomed to calling Him 'Celestial Father.'
Noticing Ethan's puzzled look, the Prison Warden said, "You immersed yourselves in the sacrificial rites of flesh and soul, once triggering countless plagues across various dimensions."
Her gaze fell on one line of floating characters, "67, this is the number of Death Stars you created."
