The steel-plastic flesh had taken on the color of real flesh and blood, revealing the ferocious true face beneath the once-giant God's template.
After countless faces appeared and disappeared on his body, those newborn wills returned to the chaos. The mutated life gradually gained nutrients, but not needing the remnants to be completely devoured.
A divinely-crafted puppet, or perhaps, a monster infused with divine blood—the big cat's assessment was quite accurate.
It had no self-awareness. However, as it continued to feed and more followers were consumed by it, it gradually developed its own desires...
"Sun... extinguish the sun..."
The deity's avatar spoke, and its voice echoed throughout the entire underground tomb... the deity's palace.
Although the content was subtly annoying, the hatred and hostility contained within it were very real.
