Staring at Owen, who radiated a golden brilliance, the Flesh-Winged Angel felt an unprecedented fear welling up inside.
In this world, the reason why the Dark Gods had been able to run rampant was simple—human gods had long since perished.
That absence had given the Dark Gods free rein to rule unchecked.
After all, they were not truly gods but Aberrations that had seized control of divine bodies, birthing corrupted consciousnesses.
Yet, because these Dark Gods lacked a steady supply of divine incense, they could only sustain themselves and grow stronger by devouring humans.
That was why they targeted humans so aggressively.
But now—Owen's arrival sent a chilling realization through the Flesh-Winged Angel's very soul.
If a true human god had begun to awaken…
Its end was near.
This was an instinct buried deep within its being.
