As heads of state, they were no strangers to the Son of God, arguably the most influential "person" since the dawn of the new century. Think tanks in every country had analyzed his every move and every word. The files on him could fill a large study.
As they knew him, the Son of God Messiah had an ordinary face and an ordinary bearing. Aside from the incredible power he had displayed and his knowledge, vast as the universe itself, the Son of God Messiah was just an ordinary human being on Blue Star—the kind no one would turn to look at in a crowd.
But the Son of God Messiah before them was extraordinarily handsome, almost bewitchingly so. The aura of sanctity he gave off also felt deeply unsettling.
If not for the ongoing invasion by the Evil Gods, their first thought might have been that no two leaves in the world were exactly alike. They could have reassured themselves that it was understandable for a cloned Son of God Messiah to look nothing like the Son of God who had appeared before.
But with the Evil Gods invading, anything even slightly strange immediately brought them to mind. And this was far more than slightly strange.
Most importantly, why did this Son of God look so much like the Bright Star, the Son of the Morning, the one no other angel could stand beside—Lucifer of the Dawnlight?
"After being erased, I've been brought back to life. And in the body of the Son of God, no less."
The young man raised a hand. His voice was calm and quiet, without a trace of surprise or joy, as though being resurrected meant nothing to him.
But his words froze the faces of everyone watching the screen inside the White House.