"Kneel!" the God ordered.
Sett felt a power press down on him. It was not an Axiom—not any power he knew. It felt more like the very reality itself pressing down on him. It compelled him to obey, to kneel and bow to this God.
If he obeyed, he would be given a curse and a blessing.
If he obeyed, he would be agreeing that he was someone inferior to the God.
That he was someone who the God could bless and curse whenever it felt like it.
Sett wanted to resist.
He wanted to stay unbowed.
He wanted to remain ramrod straight.
But who was he to defy a God?
He was a mere mortal.
All of his Axiom abilities became silent—as if they had been sealed. Immediately, he felt weakness run rampant through him.
Sett's legs buckled despite himself. He was a second away from kneeling. But his Limitless Magic were still working—he could still use his Tomb Slaves to buy himself a second or two.
