The sensation when gazing upon the two False Gods was utterly different, an uncontrollable chill that sent shivers down one's spine.
When Annan looked towards the Silver Baron, he didn't feel the slightest fear, panic, or reverence.
Even when looking directly at the deity, Annan's thoughts remained completely unaffected. His intuition gave no warning whatsoever.
If Annan hadn't seen the Silver Baron walk out of the pillar of light with his own eyes, he would have definitely thought of him as nothing more than an ordinary youth from next door. The Silver Baron's appearance was merely clean and refined, lacking that almost inhuman, unnatural beauty of the Corrupt.
There wasn't even that sense of disharmony with the world that Transcendents had—the kind of abnormality that one would notice upon a glance, standing out as if not belonging... or that kind of presence that always centered in a crowd, where one could vaguely sense him even without looking his way.
