Roy just safely returned to his apartment, the memory of getting sucked inside the strange mirror still fresh inside in his mind.
Not only was he teleported to a strange place, he even saw tiny, miniature people, barely 0.33inches tall, along with small mounds of earth like countless miniature mountains and winding tiny rivers between it.
He was utterly bewildered by what he saw.
He felt like his eyes were lying to him.
He was still dazed after he returned to his apartment safely, intact, thoughts racing.
Then strangely, the tiny people inside the mirror were somewhat bowing to something, like offering a prayer to a God.
This mirror...just what is this?
A mirror that absorbs humans and teleporting them to an outside world full of tiny people, it was utterly...absurd!
One villager crawled forward, hands raised high, murmuring prayers like a devout believer.
Hmm.
Roy tapped the OPEN on the mirror, he reached out his hands, slowly, cautiously.
Surely, his hands went straight through the mirror.
The villager that was praying, still trembling, voice shaking, the memory of a massive Immortal descending from the heavens and plunged it's feet right unto the ground like a falling meteor still fresh from everyone's mind.
None dared to speak for a long time.
The tiny villagers and soldiers were still utterly dumbfounded, they recalled the great immortal's words.
"No more fighting, i shall come back."
None dared act violently, pretending they weren't killing each other just moments ago.
They could clash with soldiers, bandits, or invaders.
But offending a God is an entirely different matter.
The villagers were still recovering from the shock when a gigantic hand, flesh and blood, manifested out of thin air.
The massive hand reached out to the villagers, the tiny people were scared out of their wits, no matter how hard they try, their limbs remained motionless.
Sweat poured down from their face, tears and snot mixed as they bowed their heads even lower.
The tiny peopl still haven't recovered from the first manifestation of the Immortal when it returned once again.
The enormous hand hovered above the villagers heads, none dared look up, afraid even a small gesture would offend the Immortal and crush them with a single slap.
They still didn't know wether this Immortal is a righteous god, or an evil one.
Roy wasn't intending to harm the tiny civilians. He saw a small hut slowly getting engulfed by fire, likely caused by the fight in the village earlier.
He grabbed the burning small hut and tossed it to the river.
The small hut faded away as it was being carried by the current
Several villagers saw the enormous hand picked up a burning hut and flung it toward the river.
Slowly, the hand retracted and vanished to the place where it appeared.
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A few days later, Roy just arrived at his apartment after buying groceries, meat, vegetables, and some bandages.
He went to his living room and sat right in front of the mirror, he swiped his fingers liked using an overly sized smartphone and hovered his gaze directly above the small village.
A few days earlier, the tiny villagers finally regained their ground, they no longer thought about fighter the soldiers and began to reconstruct the destroyed village. The tiny soldiers no longer provoked the tiny villagers and triggering any chaos from emerging, but strangely, the soldiers stayed. They didn't withdraw or left after ravaging the village.
Something about the soldiers didn't felt right.
Roy noticed two small figures squabbling.
He couldn't hear properly what they were saying, so he leaned closer.
"This rabbit is mine! I caught it." a soldier shouted.
"This is mine!" a villager shouted, yanking the rabbit away from the soldiers grip "You dogs took away our provisions earlier. There is nothing left for us to eat!"
The two tugged and yanked away the rabbit from the others grip.
Just as two were squabbling, Roy already went to the kitchen and sliced a thin slab of meat he bought earlier, focused his vision on the tiny figures, and lend out his hand while holding the slab of meat.
The hand went straight through the mirror, hovered above the village huts until he reached the two arguing soldier and villager, he dropped the meat right beside the tiny figures and slowly retracted his hand.
The two men were still wrestling over the rabbit, when a loud thud echoed beside them.
They snapped their gaze and saw a massive slice of meat lying on the ground, the aroma attracted the surrounding onlookers.
Countless figures gathered at the enormous slab of meat, they stared at the meat as if the meat were staring back at them.
After a considerable amount of close inspection, a courageous villager finnaly approached the slab of meat, touched it with his bare hands, and looked up to the sky.
The onlookers followed suit, people who still preserved profound capacity for remembrance, thought back to what had appeared before them a few days earlier.