While the rest stood dazed in utter fear devouring their souls which made them kowtow, tremblingly, Eshwar had a respectful yet casual conversation with a God, finally forcing upon them to accept a reality shattering fact that Eshwar too was a God.
After a few seconds of subtle, short yet respectful conversation that felt like an eternity in their minds,
"I do not have much time before 'that' affects my consciousness..." Lord Shiva stated meaningfully.
"Let's fight then!!" Eshwar exclaimed in a excited, childlike, and understanding tone.
He stretched his palm out at Lord Shiva and clenched it, casing a shockwave to explode out as pitch-black light-devouring dust-like particles descended upon the domain before getting sucked into his clenched palm.
The overbearing pressure that made them kowtow instantly turned tyrannizing; the pressure was so strong that even Isha was forced onto her knees.
