Overwhelming Power, Helplessness

All the Corpse Soldiers that had been swarming into the Shelter simultaneously exploded and cleanly vanished.

It wasn't even multiple times.

It happened the moment John's mutated shotgun fired just once.

There was no need to Reload.

As long as Divine Power existed.

As long as Ponemkin's Deity resided within John.

That shotgun would never run dry.

It was exhilarating.

It was overwhelming.

Which made me feel even more helpless...