Only a few came here and listened, and they were all part of the weak races. Either their bodies were small, or their numbers were.
"See that place?" I leant over one of my fallen gods, pointing at a densely packed race member, "hit it once!"
"Affirmative!" the fallen god responded, and the next moment a brutal attack landed.
*Boom!*
A big cloud of dust and fire emerged and expanded fast, enveloping almost half of that race's members.
In just a single hit, tens of thousands died! And with that attack, the entire world ushered under an ear deafening silence that was soaked with stress and tension.
"Move out, now! Or stand there and die!" I shouted, waved my glaive high in the air in a couple rounds to add more to this scene.
Under such irresistible force of mine, and with the promising calm world around, no one was fools to resist. They knew they were bound to me by contracts, but they thought with their number they could make a difference here.
