Noan looked at Jankos the way he would look at a complete idiot, and chuckled. "You… have you ever seen a God before?"
Jankos laughed like a madman. "Here! This is God. You are looking at God!"
The monster formed from smoke towered over a thousand meters, with only its upper body above the waist. It held two swords in its hands, and on its head there was only a single eye. Inside that eye, Jankos was floating in midair, his face twisted by an evil grin.
"Witness the Black Smoke God!" Jankos roared.
"Black Smoke God?" Noan frowned and said softly, "So a mass of black smoke that you made is what you call a God?"
In truth, if Noan had not lived through those horrific things, then upon seeing the Black Smoke God, he might have actually believed it was a God.
But… he knew exactly what a God was like.
It was not an existence made from a cloud of black smoke created by Jankos.
