Hearing these words from the man cleaning the saber in his hand, the group kneeling in front of him starts feeling the looming death above themselves, urging them to get up and get away from this place as soon as possible for as far as they can.
These thoughts however, only amount to that, mere thoughts, as not even a moment later, they felt the land around them being split into two, making them wonder whether the supreme being in front of them missed his attack on purpose, a clear sign that it is already too late for them.
As one of the sharper ones among this group starts to catch on what is happening, he immediately uses his hands to push the two segments of his body together hoping to extend the fire of his already dwindling life for just a single second more, a futile attempt that still made him end up being split into two clean parts, the attack that did so running from the top of his head all the way down to his nether regions.
