Flare, one of the so-called Six Great Gods, known as the Goddess of Fire, found herself in an unimaginable state. The proud deity, revered by countless humans, lay prone, writhing in agony. Her limbs had been reduced to dust by an entity far beyond her comprehension—Hanashiro Uta, now fully revealed in his true form as the Eldritch God, Kwachil Utaus.
This grotesque being, far removed from any mortal or divine standard, radiated an oppressive aura that made even the goddess tremble. Flare, who had once stood atop a pedestal of arrogance, now found herself crawling on the floor, her body and pride broken.
"Y-you... Why?" Flare croaked, her voice barely audible over the suffocating tension in the room. "What have I done to deserve this...?"
The Eldritch God's voice echoed within the sanctum, neither loud nor quiet, but resonating in every corner of her being. It was a voice that demanded absolute submission.
