Boom!
Everyone who heard the voice shuddered. Someone—a god, perhaps—had dared to answer Kukulkan, the Feathered Serpent God, directly. That alone was tantamount to challenging the god of gods. Worse, the words themselves suggested something terrifying.
Had he guided mortals to summon the Feathered Serpent God? What did he want? What plot or trap awaited Kukulkan?
Questions rose one after another in their minds, shaking their once-unquestioned faith in the Feathered Serpent God's victory.
"Lucifer. That's Lucifer's voice."
Before the pillar of fire, Hodgson's expression froze. As a participant in Lucifer's Game, he knew that voice all too well. Even decades from now, he doubted he would forget it.
"Evil God, get out of my domain!"
Kukulkan's pure-white feathers spread once more. Countless storms swept across the skies above the Americas, while sacrificial hymns echoed from across space and time, turning the continent into a sacred place of worship.
Amid the hymns, the Feathered Serpent God raised his tail and brought it down without hesitation upon a spot on the ground.
In an instant, the earth shook, mountains collapsed, and tsunamis surged. A vast crater appeared on United States soil. Water burst from underground, and seawater rushed inland, roaring as it filled the pit.
In a few days, the United States would likely have another enormous lake. Perhaps the Great Lakes would have to be renamed the Great Six Lakes.
"God Almighty!"
"I almost died! I almost died! Just a few hundred meters—if that tail had landed a few hundred meters closer, it would've hit me!"
"Great Feathered Serpent God, please don't be angry! Please don't destroy the continent! This is our home!"
"If His Majesty swings that tail a few more times, the United States might be gone."
"Mountains collapsing, tsunamis rising, a continent sinking—is this the Feathered Serpent