He pondered ways to kill a god.
This is a certain man’s memory. Having walked and walked with a body in tatters, it had been a full day heading toward the end of the journey.
Finally, the man discovered the spot where his body had collapsed.
The ground clumped with flesh gleamed in an unpleasant blood-red hue. Hands, feet, and body parts hard to identify fluttered like flags, offering a revolting welcome.
Tap, under the foot stepping on the ground, pulsating life was felt. A colony made of countless lives, a hellish creation that in itself was a blasphemy against gods and morality.
How bizarre.
The man’s impression was that. Just sensing that existence transmitted a discomfort as if insects were crawling on his skin. Instinct was constantly screaming at his heart.
To run away immediately.
To turn his back and leave this ominous place.
It was a warning he hadn’t heard in a long…