"Aren't you a little rebel, haha?" His laughter cut through my soul like a hot knife, full of mockery. He didn't regard me at all—as expected. This piece of shit was a sadist who loved to see people suffer and die.
"Don't tell me that a high and mighty creator came to deal with me personally. Do you have no shame?" I taunted him, trying to get under his skin. "Why don't you fight me at my power level? What? Are you afraid?"
I could sense his body tense, even if his shadowed face remained hidden. His shifting posture told me all I needed to know about what he was thinking.
"Childish taunts like that will not work on me. After all, I could crush you with a single finger if I wished. You should get off your high horse and learn to be obedient in my world."
Suddenly, I felt the world around me come to a halt before it all crashed down on me. Inexplicable power bore down from above, forcing me to squat, compelling me to my knees.
