Heavenly Realm, within the Divine Country of Winter and Hunting.
The vast sky was overcast with rolling clouds, flashing lightning and rumbling thunder, brewing a restless yet oppressive atmosphere.
However, the Prayer within the Divine Country seemed to have long grown accustomed to this.
They merely bowed their heads devoutly and prayed silently...
The weather of the Divine Country often represented the mood of the True God.
And without a doubt, this meant that Father God was once again enraged.
When the True God was angry, the world changed color.
Feeling this mighty divine might, although many Prayers still fell into terror, many more had long become used to it...
There was no choice since within the past year or two, Father God seemed to be getting angry more frequently.
If one felt the anger of the True God day in and day out, even the most devout Prayer would eventually become numb.
Uller was furious.
