"The death of everything on this planet."
The very moment Maxwell uttered these words, Charles Liam Flameworth's facial expression twisted.
Maxwell watched him with a levelled stare, seeing as countless emotions surfaced and contorted in the man's facial expression. Confusion, sadness, anger, denial and an engulfing, everburning disbelief.
The Regressed god of the Eternal Waters could tell.
Charles didn't believe him. He couldn't believe him.
It looked as if Blank couldn't speak, like the words simmering in his belly were too hot to spill out. His eyes reddened unnaturally. And Maxwell could tell that the man was desperately fighting off tears as he held his head low.
Feeling as the little divinity reserve that Frilo still had left slowly diminished from his body, Maxwell took the opportunity to retract every divine authority he had manifested.
And in so doing, the Eternal Waters lost its song, and slowly, it also lost its glow.
