Ethan looked up, clutching the heavy volume to his chest. He knew immediately what it was, this was Roth's holy doctrine, the foundation and blueprint for the entirely new path of religion that was now birthed in the world.
The moment his ascension reached its zenith, the earthly pulling sensation snapped, and Roth's entire perception shifted. The mortal world vanished, replaced by the breathtaking majesty of his newly forged godly realm.
The first thing to capture his attention was the sky. It was a canvas of deep, bruised violet, stretching overhead. Along the horizon, a perpetual glow radiated the warmth of a setting sun, yet this brilliant light was perfectly and beautifully shielded by a cool, dark crown of celestial shadow. The air itself was thick and heavy, feeling warm, dense, and hyper-oxygenated with every breath of his divine form.
