Perhaps, some kind and naive divine spirits might soften their hearts and choose to give a minor punishment, offering him a chance to amend his ways.
But not the Sun God, Albertas.
The Sun…
Is never merciful.
Thus, in the midst of the God of Assassination's pleas, the fire grew stronger instead of diminishing.
Boom!
Brighter and brighter!
The not-so-tall divine being unexpectedly transformed into a giant torch, with flames soaring tens of meters high.
In the roaring blaze, the Evil God's wails echoed across heaven and earth.
"Ahhhh!!!"
Agonizing pain.
Every inch of the Holy Light's baptism is an indescribable agony to Him.
Yet, amidst this torment, the God of Assassination's consciousness became even clearer.
A very clear feeling that his divine power was rapidly dissolving at an astonishing speed.
And he knew that when the divine power is completely exhausted, what will further dissolve is his body, his soul!
