Shiaaaa
Rain fell, but unlike clear, natural rain, it was one filled with blood, and Amu stood beneath it.
His expression was neutral, perhaps leaning toward cold, as he was drenched in blood.
The mountain of corpses had been destroyed and turned into a giant meat paste.
With each passing moment, humanity was waning in population, but its strength was increasing.
Now Amu had grown to an extent where he could casually affect environment spanning kilometers.
Coupled with the fact that he could fly, was he any different from the gods they once praised?
Could he now be called a god?
Amu shook his head as he gave a self-deprecating laugh.
This was the Federation, where beings could affect fate and time. He was nothing but an ant.
Regardless, this planet...
Amu's head hung low as he looked at the dry, almost hollow planet. Ruins were everywhere, smoke had replaced the clouds, and the ground had become blood-red.
Various meat pastes lay around, and large craters were present.
