"So, do you all surrender, or will I have to destroy your entire race?" Ray asked, his gaze fixed on the millions of red-skinned figures who watched him tentatively.
He was seated on his throne, as lazily as ever, with a hint of indifference shimmering in his eyes.
In unison, the red-skinned people immediately bowed their heads and fell to the ground.
"My lord, please spare us! We were not loyal to our Reverend."
"Reverend?" Ray murmured. This wasn't a word he encountered often. Despite the fact that they spoke in a different language, and his own language was unlike theirs, Ray was, after all, a Celestial Being and could understand their voices.
