Chapter 402 – God's Gate (Part 39)
The monstrous hand lingered in the air, unmoving, silent. It loomed over Arthur like a phantom frozen in time—its eyeless stare locked onto him despite having no eyes to speak of. The weight of its presence alone made the surrounding air feel like thick tar. Arthur didn't flinch. He stood tall beneath its colossal shadow, his gaze unwavering.
He waited. Not out of fear, but anticipation.
He knew the God had heard his words.
Whether or not it would obey was another matter. But it was listening.
Then the silence cracked, not by divine wrath, but by the raspy cough of Nameless as he forced himself upright onto trembling knees. His body spasmed, internal injuries having already torn through him from resisting the God's pressure. Blood trickled from his mouth as he fought to speak, the taste of copper sharp and bitter on his tongue.
"Kill?" Nameless gasped, his voice gravelly and weak. "Who are you talking about?"
