Ferghus watched as the empty void surrounding him and his brethren transformed into... another empty void. Or, sort of empty. The void was filled with stars that radiated energy of great capacity, and planets ripe with possibility. One such planet lay before him and his brethren, ready for terraforming. As he teleported himself down to the land, however, Ferghus couldn't help but notice that the planet looked so... [i]boring[/i]. It was empty, devoid of anything useful or pleasant. 

Fortunately, his brethren seemed to be addressing that particular issue. Or at least, some of them were. A large landmass was formed on the planet, which was fine, but it was still a rocky and empty land. Astarte tried to create life on the planet, but there was nothing on this planet to sustain that life, so it died. Ferghus took a moment to conjure a small flame in the palm of his hand. It was weak and feeble, even by his standards, no doubt weakened due to the lack of energy on this planet. The only reason why the flame even existed was because it was sustained by his own godly power. 

The water woman Undasis, or rather, a different entity that felt like her yet wasn't her, broadcasted a message to him and the others, proclaiming her, no, [i]him[/i], to be an enemy of everyone, before another message was broadcasted, this time by the Undasis he was familiar with, who said the exact opposite of what the previous broadcast said. Things were very confusing on that end, so he decided to focus his attention onto other matters. Vestec, the chaotic one, was already at work, it seemed, creating his own weapon. Ferghus took one glance at it and supposed it was of decent quality for a god like Vestec, but it was best to leave such matters in the hands of professionals. 

Then, water started to appear on this planet, and plenty of it as well. Only the water woman had such power as to create this much water, and Ferghus wanted none of it. 

He clapped his hands together, and felt himself warp into a different location. This place was entirely composed of one single room, but it was filled with tools he needed to start his work. Hammers and anvils, a hearth, a source of fuel to control the temperature at his very whim, this smithy had everything he needed. All he needed now was to add some more of his personal touches. He channeled his power into himself and felt it grow once more. He could feel his power being concentrated, and growing stronger. Excellent. Now he had more strength to do what was necessary in this place. 

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1 Might spent to create personal plane of existence. 
4 Might spent to level up. 

Ferghus is now Level 3!

Might: 0
Freepoint: 1
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