BAAAAAAAAMMMMM!
The sky shattered into fragments.
Three huge shapes appeared in the golden light, coming down through the broken world like gods coming down from heaven. And that's exactly what they were.
They all could see statues, and they were all over a hundred feet tall and looked like people, but they didn't have any features. The perfect golden figures were so imbued with divine presence that Greg felt his knees buckle.
They were the Three Gods.
God of War.
God of the Forge.
And...
God of Fate
The beings who had reincarnated him and provided him with the system were the ones responsible. They had been closely observing him for years. And now, finally, they had come to collect what they believed he owed.
The villagers, unable to withstand the weight of the divine presence, collapsed under the immense divine pressure. The Brotherhood was also having a hard time, too.
Seraphine was gasping for air, Bork's knees were shaking, and Felix fell forward onto his hands.
