The Fake God raised its hand. The faces on its body screamed in unison, and a shockwave of pure, unstable energy burst out.
The ground cracked and the trees were uprooted. Buildings crumbled like sand sculptures. The rift trembled as if it, too, feared what was coming.
The Chairman stopped attacking and focused more on defense. He looked up and gazed at the God, but for some reason, Cail felt that the Chairman was looking at him.
Veyr stumbled backward, still crying, but the servants caught him. The tall, cloaked figures shielded him with their bodies, forming a silent wall against the Fake God's void energy.
Their cloaks fluttered, revealing glimpses of warped limbs that resembled a mummy's and glimmering runes etched into the cloth.
Others were under the Chairman's protection. They looked at the overwhelming power that the Fake God released.
