Thread:YingHe/@comment-36159587-20190602041941/@comment-36159587-20190602184314

 The sheer amount of murders in all the Sects were driving Hitan crazy. Even more was the police's sheer inability to find anything.

 Thankfully, he was looking for a mass murder--but then again, he was shocked at the public's general inability to get together, and locate a place where a large amount of people went missing.

 Hitan was at the end of his calmness and patience. He stopped, taking a deep breath. Instead of pulling out his phone (which he didn't have one anyways), he tried calling--telepathically.

 The signal was completely hollow, resulting in a wince from what seemed like a static sound. But then, that meant the receiver on the other side was non-respondent--unable to--and not blocking him off, in which case there was a muffled feeling inside his mind, or dead, which resulted in just mass emptiness.

 What was keeping him going, after all, was that the deity wasn't dead. But unrespondent for days?

 The deity seemed to have dropped off the face of the non-flat earth.