But the pervasive divinity and the deities' oppressive force were beyond reason.
They all vented upon Ethan, as the omnipresent divinity poured into him like quicksilver, pushing his body down once more.
"Thump—"
Ethan's body, scarcely managing to rise to a half-kneel, was once again forced to kneel on one knee.
"Pfft—" Ethan spat out a mouthful of blood, splattering the temple floor, staining it with a disturbing, mottled ugliness.
Ethan's eyes had turned completely red, with blood seeping from his eye sockets.
"No! I will not kneel!."
Ethan howled to the heavens, exerting all his strength, once more forcibly rising to his feet.
Under the blanket of oppressive force, Ethan felt excruciating pain in his body.
His skin had started to crack, like shattered porcelain.
Pieces of skin flew off, with blood and flesh attached.
