You are one and many, the beginning and the end, an instant and eternity. You are the king of kings, the blood of all blood, the spirit of all spirits. We chant your name and shall surely let your way prevail upon the earth, as though walking in your kingdom.
These were the mystical prayers fanatics often used to praise their gods. In their minds, gods were omnipotent beings who could transform heaven and earth with a thought, make the whole world tremble in anger, and restore peace to the world with a gentle smile.
Their existence was the foundation of a world's stability.
But in truth, that was not so.
Gods were not omnipotent, nor were they as great as fanatics imagined. In Dick's current state as a Titan Spirit, with the world's authority in his grasp, he could indeed make the seas surge inland, the earth split, and the sky shatter within a year.
But after his anger passed, he likewise could not repair the world's wounds, nor could he create a stone too heavy for himself to lift. Rationally speaking, he was a powerful being beyond mortal comprehension, but on the scale of the entire universe, he was still far from invincible.
But for mortals, thought and reason were unreliable things. People were often so overwhelmed by what they saw that their inner judgment was blinded. You could not expect a mortal who saw a being capable of casually destroying a city to calmly consider whether this was a god.
To them, Dick's existence was already indistinguishable from a god's. If he wished, Taeshalach in his hand could easily cleave a planet in two.
A being who could destroy a world with a single blow-how was that any different from a god?
"Hah... hah."
Dick's figure appeared