Wang Ling, could still feel his body aching. He looked at the kneeling Roan, he took a few steps and stood before the Devil who laid his hands on the All-Father. Roan could feel it, the instinctual guilt, the desire to tear himself apart to make amends of hurting the All-Father.
He attacked the All-Father, the one who created their very Race, the God who rule over their very existence. Roan did it for the All-Father, he wanted to help him, he controlled his fist, his strength was calculated and it should have only inconvenienced the All-Father at the worst-case scenario.
Stab!
Blood spurted from Roan's shoulder as his own fingers dug his flesh.
Logic entailed he did nothing wrong and actually helped the All-Father, but, after realization came to him, he… could tell that he was wrong. Gut wrenching, painful, irritability, it made him want to cry out!
