Shift [3]

A palm tore through space.

It was gargantuan, spanning several hundreds of thousands of kilometers, but at the same time, it was minuscule and untraceable.

Damien watched it approach and enlarge in his eyes. He felt its power bearing down on him, locking him in place.

Now at the first stage of building Divinity, he understood more than ever just how unstoppable this palm was.

No matter where he went, no matter how strong he was, this palm would still strike him and still kill him.

It was hopeless.

And that hopelessness was precisely what formed the grin on Damien's face.

'It's always this, huh.' He muttered to himself.

Wasn't it always like this? Wasn't there always someone more powerful waiting in the shadows to strike him for one reason or another?