BEGINNING OF THE END

Clay's killing intent soared. He needed no other reason, it was for cleansing. Countless mortals would be freed from these god-wannabes if he ended most of their lives. Redeemable or not did not matter. What mattered was the goal. And the goal is annihilation.

As soon as his killing intent was felt after some light entertainment, the celestials in the venue all felt as if breathing was improbable. As if their very being was rejecting the idea of breathing in Clay's presence!

In a grand manner, Clay spread his arms out and hundreds if not thousands of celestials died. No one stood there to complain either, they all started arming themselves to the teeth and fight for their survival. The instinctual reaction to life-threatening situations was deeply engraved within any being!

"Fight!"