"Let them go. Listen to me, child."
Redneck Boy instinctively resisted Mr. Luther's command, but clearly, his resistance seemed rather feeble now, especially with that crystal hanging from his neck, like an exquisitely crafted... dog tag.
He was restrained, controlled, suppressed;
however fiercely he resisted in his heart, defying Mr. Luther's will was, to him, the most unforgivable thing of all.
This was control at the highest level, transcending money, coercion, ethics, worldly conventions, Spell Arts, beguilement, curses, and everything else.
Your life... no, the value of your very existence was controlled by the other party's will.
As an individual, you could oppose it and reject it, but viewed as a whole, the outcome was already decided. There was only one answer.
Just like the... angels created by the Abyss God.
Only, angels were personally created by a god, while Redneck Boy seemed more like someone forcibly endowed with this afterward.
The medium for this relationship was that crystal, and it was very likely a... godhead fragment.
For countless years, condensing a godhead fragment had been the grandest goal in the hearts of generations of believers, a supreme aspiration worth pursuing for a lifetime;
without Dis as his grandfather, Kallen would probably have shared that understanding.
Dis had been deeply opposed to condensing a godhead fragment. He had long been capable of it, yet kept finding ways to delay and suppress it, and not simply to enjoy a peaceful life of modest happiness with his family.
He was a genius. During that brief youth that had once belonged to him, his presence had eclipsed all the "important figures" around him; he was also an extremely proud man who placed tremendous value on his dignity as a human being.
He had said that condensing a godhead fragment actually meant becoming a