The silhouette was a dark and oppressive shadow, with glowing eyes that were the only clearly visible and recognizable part. Its appearance remained an enigma; no one knew whether it was a human, a demonic beast, or some sort of rounded ogre.
It fixed its gaze directly on the Heavenly Spirit God, who, under that penetrating stare, felt completely exposed and read like never before. The oppression that surrounded him was suffocating.
"Your desire to protect your race is genuine, and you are indeed not malicious toward the rest of the universe," the dry, completely emotionless voice of the shadow echoed.
"But… sacrificing innocents, even for a greater cause, is not an acceptable path; no matter what your intentions are."
As it said this, the shadow's eyes gleamed slightly. It observed the god in front of it, who could barely manage to shudder. With a soft snort, the shadow continued:
