"Uck!!" Vassago trembled in fear, ignoring the excruciating pain he was feeling.
'I'll die!' 'I'll have to kneel!' 'I have to apologise!'
He had no idea why, but he knew what had to be done. The man standing in front of him had a majestic yet terrifying appearance, like an existence that shouldn't be angered.
Vassago had no idea, why? What? Or how? It was happening, but he knew he'd have to kneel and beg to die without much pain; everything about his existence seemed insignificant in comparison to the being in front of him.
Now, he wanted to kneel, he wanted to beg and he wanted to survive but felt like it was something impossible to achieve because his consciousness didn't obey any of his commands and trembled uncontrollably.
