Chapter 403 – God's Gate (Part 40)
Arthur rubbed the back of his head, flashing a half-hearted, almost playful grin at the massive, decaying hand looming in front of him. The silence that followed was thick—far heavier than anything that had come before. It wasn't just quiet. It was a vacuum. The kind of silence that swallows even thought.
He kept the smile, casual and misleading, even as his eyes tracked the black corruption crawling across the hand's surface. Inch by inch, the rot consumed the divine flesh, searing through it like acid, eating away at the last vestiges of whatever power the being still clung to.
The hand didn't react immediately. No twitch, no movement. But Arthur could feel the weight of its attention shifting, pressing down with a coldness that threatened to turn marrow to ice. The aura of the sealed God thickened, darkened, seething with unspoken rage.
But Arthur didn't flinch.
