Everyone sat in silence as the tales of their childhood resurfaced. If Arthur Silvera angered Devaheim, none of them would survive. There was a reason that the guardians abandoned the rest of humanity and saved themselves. A simple, but very cruel reason: Earth stood no chance fighting against a single god. Although these families looked down on the commoners for wielding puny strength, they dared not think of becoming higher existences than what they had already achieved. An empyrean was the limit of this world, and guardians were the closest humanity could reach to godhood.
"Do I need to remind anyone of what happened the last time a god descended to Earth, long before there was any creator?" asked the Yalen King with his violet eyes studying the crowd. "If another god descends to this world with the same intentions, we will be wiped out without a trace left!"
