Within the depths of the Celestial God's consciousness, a seed of confusion took root, sprouting tendrils of bewilderment. His eyes, which had witnessed the devastation unleashed upon humanity, fell upon Ashton, the supposed leader of the human race, and a sense of puzzlement crept into his divine thoughts.
How could this mortal, this Ashton, stand before him with such indifference? The Celestial God's divine perception had witnessed the fall of grand civilizations, the demise of countless lives, and the agony of loss etched upon the faces of those left behind. Yet, Ashton's countenance remained untouched by the weight of tragedy that befell his people.
