Jesse had no idea what had happened in the battle between Jino and God.
She only remembered lights of every color flashing as if they cost nothing.
Jesse had lost track of how long she had watched. All she knew was that her cheeks were covered in tears brought on by the blinding light.
Mountains had been leveled, and the earth trembled.
Just as Jesse began to wonder whether the world would be destroyed by the battle between those two titans—
"Rumble!"
A muffled, thunderous roar seemed to descend from the clouds. Then, a blurred afterimage fell like a sack of sand.
Like some foreign object smashing into freshly poured concrete, the figure crashed down from the clouds, kicking up a huge cloud of dust.
"Who won?"
With a grave expression, Jesse cautiously stepped forward and looked toward where the figure had fallen.
It had to be said that, from a certain perspective, Jesse was quite brave.
Passing through the dust and drawing closer, Jesse saw a white-bearded old man lying weakly, bare-chested, within a cracked crater blasted into the ground.
His white beard was stained with golden blood, and Jesse's reverence for God instantly vanished.
So gods could be hurt. They could bleed too!
A gust of wind whipped up a robe, and sand struck Jesse's cheeks, making her raise a hand to shield herself.
"Don't... don't kill me!"
Before Jesse could even open her eyes, she heard God's aged voice cry out in terror.
When she opened them, she saw the young man calling himself Peter smiling as he gripped God by the throat. He raised a hand and slapped God back and forth across the face. "Alpha? Omega?"
Smack, smack~
The heavy slaps left God dizzy and disoriented. At the same time, Jino's mocking laughter echoed in