If Beiling had been given a little time to scroll through social media right then, he might well have left a post beginning with "Guys, does anyone get how I feel..."
Even after racking his brains so hard that over a dozen mind bodies died, he still could not figure out what the fuck the Turning Wheel Saint King wanted!
He had shown up at the station for no reason, stirred up trouble for no reason, then picked a fight with him for no reason... And when he could not win, he did not leave. He just exploded!
Seriously, had this abomination lost his fucking mind?
What was he even after?!
But that was the situation. He had run into it, and there really was nothing he could do.
Caught between wolves and tigers, beset by troubles within and without, he had thought he could still scrape by if he struggled to hold things together. But faced with the abomination's grotesque nuclear self-detonation, he had truly gone completely numb.
He merely did everything he could to protect himself, acting on instinct.
The Wall of Prejudice that had once manifested in the hands of the High Priests rose from the ground: the estrangement, indifference, disgust, and even hatred between people; the disparities and inequalities of human nature; the weaknesses and flaws present from the birth of all sentient beings; the instinctive resistance to all change and the conservatism of countless minds...
It was no longer a wall, but a fortress!
And not just one, but dozens, hundreds!
Unfortunately, even dozens or hundreds were still useless!
Ascension and the heart pivot countered one another, as did the Abyss and Unending. And this was the Turning Wheel Saint King's utterly focused, unrepentant self-detonation!
Before, he had been able to suppress him through the