Brod's eyes cut towards Goehearth when he spoke up. "The humans don't have the technology to detect us. So long as you keep yourself in check and not run around like the troll you are." He growled out grumpily, it was obvious he didn't have much favor for the Anarchy God. Going over to the unconscious girl he crouched down, looking her over with an analytical eye. He hadn't seen a demi-god in a long time but he knew better than to try and mess with her. Gods and demi-gods were a bit...special and it wasn't wise to try and tweak them.

Stjerne mentioned his stars vanishing making the Creator God's eyebrows rise up. That was surprising given their living status and not like some of the stars out there just being great balls of gas and explosions. The star god was pushing himself a bit far. "We need to gather our strength before doing much." He grunted as he rose back up to his full height. He leveled a look to Desious. "So why are our powers back?" He asked quietly, curious as to what had happened. He had no familiars even though he created half of the mythical beings that the others used as messengers or for gossip.

The familiar voice of his son spoke up, mentioning Hiraga and that blasted nuclear wasteland. Well a wasteland once, humans were a persistent bunch. Turning his golden eyes, which meant his attention, to Zencrux. "I have been well...and bored." He replied with a low sigh. "There's only so much mortal hands can create...and it's been a dull time. I hope you've had more excitement." He said, it was kind of strange how little his face moved when it came to expressions. Maybe it was because he had a lifetime full of being fixated on what he was creating that the muscles froze up or remained unused.