The Goddess appears to try to take it

Stupid, stupid, stupid! John thinks to himself. Of course, a place like this would have a barrier to keep others out, especially the Goddess Herself, and he had gone and removed it willingly. He supposed this is likely the end, the Goddess unlikely to be happy with a deception from what he understood to be him from before giving up power to Her. Unable to move and awaiting his punishment, She strides over towering high above him with an even more impressive stature than She had at the village before. Bending at Her waist as if to remind him even more of his inferiority, and to savour the moment of finding that a new power is available to Her, something above the apparent omnipotence She thought She had been granted.

Trying his best and failing miserably to avoid staring down Her perfect cleavage, accentuated beautifully by her simple white dress which looked crafted for no other reason than to show off Her perfect assets, it almost seems that Her presence alone will be enough to smother him here. As She raises a manicured hand, fingers ready for a dramatic snap to end his pathetic existence. John spots Damiana at the top of the stairs just before closing eyes and awaiting his fate.