I then appeared in a room of stone, kneeling at the foot of a throne made of blades. Every single inch of those sharpened pieces of metal was enough to make anybody kneel just from their divine power.
And then, the man sitting atop that throne was a man with short black hair and fiery red eyes. His long dark red beard neatly drooped to the very edge of his lap. His light brown skin complemented the fire erupting from behind him.
"I apologize for what had happened. You may have been part of a simulation, but we did use your real soul. We may have cleared any previous memories of what had happened before the target was placed inside, but I'm glad you found some kind of peace as you died."
"So I was just a pawn in your plan?" I asked, expecting to hear him explode with anger… yet it was different as opposed to how the other gods described him.
