Raniedal raised both arms, leaned back, and drew a deep breath. A terrifying cyclone formed above his head, sucking the surrounding clouds into his belly. The sky instantly cleared, its stars brilliant.
After holding that pose briefly, he gradually straightened. As he exhaled, a long sound rumbled from his throat like thunder. The clouds he had inhaled reappeared as dark storm clouds, and rain instantly poured down.
Then he gave his neck a slight twist. The crack of his joints triggered a succession of lightning flashes, adding to the rainy night.
And this was merely a god stretching.
People's understanding of gods came largely from records and legends passed down from the previous era. Only by facing a god's oppressive might could they clearly comprehend just what sort of existence a god was.
Much like the grades of divine artifacts, where greater completeness generally meant greater function and value, the same held true for deities. No matter how weak a complete deity was, its power still exceeded ordinary people's imagination.
The most recent "divine rampage" had been Rilielsa's escape from the Gate of Reincarnation. But that had only been Rilielsa's decaying divine body. Powerful as it was, it had merely been a highly ranked "demon beast" with tremendous destructive power.
Raniedal, however, could wield the full range of a god's abilities.
"It has been so long, this world..."
Raniedal voiced his sigh.
He had actually returned long ago, but while wandering Mink Street and living inside a dog's body, the world in his eyes had been far too low. Even after Kallen gradually lifted his seals and restored more of his power, it still had not been high enough.
Only now, standing here and looking down in every direction, did he once again see the world he knew. Only now