A deep majestic voice started to ring in Goddess Rebecca's ears which made her recall the memories of the past.
A being whose one side dazzlingly golden light was gathered while on the other side was an aura of deathly darkness.
[You might be the creator of this world but I am the Master of it.]
[Just because you have created the world doesn't mean it is yours.]
[Me and only me is the one and only unrivalled among everyone who managed to conquer everything with my sheer will and strength.]
[You might feel wrong so what?]
[It's the right of the strong to do what he wants.]
[If any of you have any dissatisfaction about this, why don't you ask this sword of mine for an answer?]
The humiliation that was etched deep in their heart which had been buried millions of years ago suddenly resurfaced.
The grandiosity on her face vanished and her eyes lost their confidence.
