"Now, let us proceed,"
"Hey, do you think you could turn down the intensity a bit… Looking at you is like looking at the sun: intense as fuck," I muttered, but the old man or I guess… young man spun me around and forced me to sit on the rugged and rocky ground.
"Stop being a pussy and close your eyes," The man said before placing each of his hands on both of my shoulders.
I immediately felt a strange energy flow through my body, and it definitely wasn't mana… but strangely, I felt a burst of cold and hot mana erupt from within my chest.
But, before I could even try to identify it, the man took a step back and wiped a drop of sweat from his forehead.
"It's been a while since I've done this," He muttered as I spun around and looked at his all-power presence.
So this is an intermediate god… but those scars going across the lines must mean he hates his godhood and most likely betrayed the gods.
