[center][h1]Yzechr[/h1][/center]

Yzechr watches as the colorful god plops something into their latest creation with such merriment. The little creatures themselves look to be insignificant but pact with a ton of flair like their creator. The black mist reaches their newly realized arm into the now fully formed water, scooping up one such little guy, then they engulf and consume it whole in one breath.

[color=663399]“Oh! This friend has a good taste.”[/color] They said to the colorful god, the words directly arrived at the other’s mind.

The sea creature reeks of bad decisions, of gleeful madness, [i]exactly how Yzechr prefer it.[/i] The substance is not enough to make a god drunk, but they can easily imagine how the lesser souls can completely lose themselves to such intoxicated poison.

[color=663399]“You look like a fun person to hang around with.”[/color] The black god looks to the others again, the femme god seems to be quite successful in recruiting for her little expedition, as many have joined in on the action. [color=663399]“Hey, do you think they will find anything out there?”[/color] Yzechr asked, just a moment of curiosity.

[@Timemaster]