"Your death has been decided." Andre continued as he slowly spread his palm wide open before raising it up while slowly forming a reversed teardrop shape with his raising hand.
The higher his hand reached, the weaker the gods below got as their powers slowly floated out from them as it gathered two meters above every god They madly tried to reabsorb the energies that were being sucked out from them but clearly, what they were doing is nothing but a last resort in despair.
Slowly, their bodies started to age and after that, rot. Their skins turned into ashes and ended up leaving behind their bare skeletons. Above their carcasses, orbs of their powers floated in existence without anyone to possess them.
Seeing the sight of nearly a thousand gods evaporating into nothingness and leaving a skeleton behind, the five new Godkings paled in fright. Would that happen to them if they weren't called?
