Just as Kairos Fateweaver's two heads nervously questioned and answered each other, anxiously wondering whether everything before them was a harsh punishment dealt by the mysterious, awe-inspiring Lord of Change, an enormous bolt of lightning resembling a giant dragon suddenly streaked across the sky, radiating a heart-palpitating blue glow.
Like a beam of judgment descending from heaven, the lightning appeared above Kairos Fateweaver's head in an instant, too fast for him to react.
Poor Kairos Fateweaver did not even have time to blink or make the slightest defensive move before the lightning, imbued with terrifying psychic power, struck him squarely.
With an ear-splitting boom—"BOOM!"—Kairos Fateweaver's body flew straight backward like a kite with its string cut.
As he was hurled away, his body repeatedly crashed into the surging torrents of energy drifting chaotically through the Warp.
Sparks scattered and light flashed. The entire Warp seemed to tremble beneath the sudden impact.
Yet Kairos Fateweaver's backward flight did not slow in the slightest. Only after he had flown an immeasurable distance did his battered figure finally manage to stop.
Before Kairos Fateweaver could recover from the terrifying incident, a voice accompanied by strange laughter slipped like a ghost directly into both his heads:
"Cackle, cackle, cackle! If I wished to punish a presumptuous little two-headed bird like you, why would I need to hide in the shadows and resort to petty tricks? Even if I struck you openly, you would not dare harbor the slightest thought of resistance!"
Hearing that voice, filled with authority and contempt, both of Kairos Fateweaver's heads went pale with fright and hurriedly begged for mercy. "Great Lord of Change, please forgive us! Your subordinate truly was not talking about you!"
"Yes, yes! You are the supreme god. Do you not know better than anyone what sort