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

Not long after the colorful god departed, Yzechr can feel it. The trembling, the quake, the feeling of the sky pressing down all of its weight on their unsolidified body. The god looks up toward the sky in time to see [b][i]the Beyond[/i][/b]. Something out of the border of this canvas they are playing in, the impossibilities staring back at them.

[i][b]And then they see.[/b][/i]

The maiden, glowing with light that can’t be fine in this reality. The lady from outside took the hand of a male god with a beard and stepped inside the canvas, inside Ashuru. Yzechr watches in astonishment as the sky slowly returns to its original appearance, dotting with stars and covered in silent darkness.

But before they can make sense of everything, another vision comes, this time inside their mind. The vision of perfect deception, of perfect corruption, so beautiful beyond words. And as quick as it comes, it leaves without any explanation.

[i][b]And then the world faded into nothingness.[/b][/i]

Time has passed, no one knows how long. The god of corruption looks up to the sky again only to see some sorts of objects scattering all over the sky like a beautiful firework, and a loud cry of yet another one of their kind, who sounds like they are mourning the loss of something important. between all of those events, a certain colorful god floating on top of the sky, watching it play out with a smile of amusement like usual.

[color=663399]“You seem to be enjoying yourself, my friend.”[/color] Yzechr said, raising up until they stood beside the god of merriment in the sky. [color=663399]“Remember, you own me one. Because even if you don't, I will always come to collect what belongs to me.”[/color] Even if they can't see what is going on at the other side, the expression on the femme god who is the leader of this little expedition has all the answer they want to know. Those guys certainly didn't found a single creature there.

Before the colorful god could respond, the black mist dispersed, disappearing without leaving a trance. Not only the mist changes color to be one with the night sky, but also cloaked in the power of concealment. The reason is simple: there is somewhere the god of corruption wants to go, and they feel like it would be better if they do it in secrecy.

The invisible mist flies toward the half-finished mountain range at full speed. Yzechr search their memory for a particular direction, the direction of that horrible low ringing sound which sent ripples across the world. They still remember the freezing heart at the moment when the sound rang like it had happened just a moment ago. And if the recent event can be any indication of things to come, Yzechr has a bad feeling about this.

They don’t know if anything can be found there, given the time pass. But the god of corruption has to find out for themselves.

[@Timemaster]

[hider=actions]
Yzechr cloaked themselves with the power of concealment, hiding from detection. Then they try to investigate the low ringing sound in the mountain range.
[/hider]