Before the absolute rule of divine dominion, so-called identity and dignity were nothing more than the laughable delusions of ants.
Resistance was useless. Struggling was futile.
Clad in black robes, Imu gazed at the few who stood rooted to the spot, torn by doubt and unwilling to bow in complete submission. Those cold eyes held not a ripple of emotion, and that indifferent, piercing voice carried an unquestionable promise of death.
"You truly have a death wish."
Those few words held neither fury nor a roar, yet they instantly froze the air throughout the secluded valley.
The powerful figures harboring doubts paled abruptly and hurried to plead and explain, their voices filled with anxiety and conflict.
"Lord Imu! We are no rebels!"
"We willingly obey your commands and serve you! It's just that a lifetime of slavery, with our souls under your control, is difficult for us to accept so suddenly. Please forgive us!"
They wanted strength, wanted power, wanted to secure their place in this chaotic age and rise to the summit.
They were willing to swear loyalty to Imu, but they could not accept losing themselves completely and becoming slaves for eternity.
Yet before they had even finished speaking, before they could offer another word of explanation-
"No need to agonize over it."
"Those who won't obey can die."
Imu spoke calmly, as though merely crushing a few ants, without the slightest flicker of emotion.
The instant those words fell!
Sizzle-!
Eerie rays of dark, black-and-red light suddenly erupted from the Divine Reversal Dominion marks deep within their souls!
These were shackles engraved upon their souls, governing life and death. This was Imu's authority: a single thought decided their fate, killing or sparing them at will!
In an instant, the powerful figures who had hesitated and refused to