"How is this possible?!
How is this possible?!"
The divine envoy of prophecy shouted loudly.
The voice was full of disbelief.
And also...
Fear!
It was a fear stemming from the most primal depths of his heart.
And also the fear he had always hidden on ordinary days.
Backlash!
The fear of the backlash after a failed prophecy!
"No! I..."
The divine envoy of prophecy wanted to call for help, but it was too late.
Boom, boom, boom!
A series of explosions sounded from within his body.
It started with his internal organs.
Then it spread to his tendons, bones, and flesh.
In an instant, protrusions appeared densely all over the skin of this divine envoy, inflating his form, even his head seemed composed of lumps of flesh.
And in such a state, this divine envoy of prophecy was not dead yet.
In the gaps between the lumps of flesh, his eyes were filled with pleading.
He only wished someone could understand him now.
