A month later, inside one of the five hundred realms.
'Rid this entire cluster of the divine,he ordered. How many more creatures will have to die? How many more deaths? Trillions? Quadrillions? No, quintillions, maybe more… it's an extremely cruel thing to ask a creature to do. I am sure most would agree. But unfortunately, he does not see it that way; it was as if, in his mind, the life of any creature who wasn't of use to him was meaningless, and they should just died… and why didn't he just cleanse this world himself, with his transcended and incomprehensible powers it should just be a wave of an hand to accomplish this….
and I have no choice but to comply. I have a son now; I can't risk him being killed gruesomely as a punishment for my insubordination.'
Sigh, Malavan, his eyes glowing so brightly that they illuminated the dark vacuum around him.
