"Oh, so this is what it feels like to be worshipped like a god? Not bad at all," I mused, a satisfied grin stretching across my face.
"Do you hear that? Your people have already chosen to worship me. Are you still going to fight over your worthless ego?" I asked, my tone firm.
I made sure to look even more arrogant and commanding, to make my point.
They were all speechless, still trying to comprehend what had just happened. One moment they were dead; the next, they were alive.
So, I need to break the ice first.
"I can kill all of you with a snap of my fingers, so choose your words wisely. I don't have time to play with you anymore," I warned, my left hand raise in a snapping position.
It was only a simple gesture, but everyone instinctively backed away after what they experienced before.
What power?
What technology?
What status?
What lineage?
Everything could be erased with a snap of my fingers.
