As if directing his own arm, no, that feeling was even more precise than directing an arm. His own flesh felt like it had been dismantled into countless interconnected ball bearings, and Lyle could finely control each one. God's Will granted Lyle an extraordinary way of control, and he understood his own body better than ever before.
Every body measurement could be expressed in numbers, every thread of strength was divided down to its basic unit. "Lyle" in God mode could calculate his Life Force with precision, but he did not weave a bright red health bar above his head to indicate his life value, which seemed like a very inauspicious action. Lyle's intuition suppressed the impulse to create something amusing.
Because, those with visible health bars can be killed.
"Fema, I need the Black Abyssal Demons to destroy everything being shaped in the city of machines, these shiny transistors, those reinforced silvery buildings."
