It was his zombified father.
Melinoë flinched when she saw their father in his current state.
"Close your eyes," Dios said.
She followed his words.
Dios picked the sword from the heaps of treasures.
He did not want his sister to see him kill their father, not with a smile on his face.
One slash and it was over.
Although the zombies were stronger than an average person, Dios had always been an inhuman freak in terms of physical ability.
He never met anyone better than him.
"Let's go. Keep your eyes closed until we leave the place."
Dios helped his sister out of the treasury.
The world changed that day.
Zombies, mythical beasts, monsters straight out of comics appeared.
A small portion of people started to awaken supernatural powers.
They were revered as gods.
Dios and Melinoë were a part of the majority.
They remained unawakened.
Dios was not sad.
