The world leaders felt it the hardest.
These were the beings who once stood at the pinnacle, beings who ruled an entire world, beings who held so much strength that they could decide another's fate with a wave of their hand, beings who were… feared, respected, and loved by millions.
And now?
Now they smiled while strangers read their memories every month.
They bowed while Light officers judged their thoughts.
Sure, even before, they bowed to beings of Light every time they appeared. They even kowtowed out of respect and fear.
But Light never visited them often; it was a… once-in-a-decade experience… something the leaders could easily swallow.
But now?
They came every single month, and the world leaders… they begged for their approval like servants begging a master for scraps.
And in return for suffering through all this humiliation, of constantly burying their pride, of constantly kowtowing and bootlicking the entities of Light, they got…
Nothing.
