(God's POV)

At the entrance of the abandoned trail behind the mountain.

William paced anxiously, glancing at the luminous watch on his wrist every few seconds, his forehead slick with cold sweat.

From the bushes in the distance came the sound of hurried, heavy footsteps, accompanied by the crisp snap of breaking branches.

William immediately drew the short knife from his waist, lowered his body, and stared intently in the direction of the noise.

"It's me," ...