“You are the first outsider to make it here after thousands of years. Whatever it is that brought you here has killed you. The secrets of heaven must remain sealed,” the leading celestial said.
“Uhm, I’m not here to talk much. Just take me to who is in charge here,” Silva said.
The celestial refused to heed what Silva said. He pulled his sword and pointed it at Silva. Silva frowned. “I told you, I didn’t want to talk much,” he said coldly and vanished from sight. He reappeared for a brief moment in front of the celestial who was leading, his palm pressed against the shocked celestial.
As his palm touched the face, the head of the celestial moved like melted rubber. The mass of his head extended like a stretched-out rubber ball and then tore, allowing brain matter and blood to pour out.