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Lewascan2Hayim continued starting through the world tree, looking into the war that went on in reality. Perhaps it was the natural healing effects of Akhuz, or maybe exiting the range of the spire simply let the changes revert faster - it was almost like Hayim could feel his mind dumbing down to its normal level. His body, however, seemed much slower to respond, with no changes being noticeable to the god as he stared at the plant dragons. By the time the dragons were totally transformed and corrupted, Hayim's eyes drifted once more to the fruit.
It had engorged itself tremendously, and its vibrant red was far more potent than any fruit he had ever created. The fruit caused fond memories to arise in Hayim's slowly returning mind - particularly memories of feeding the weaker ones to oblivious children. Hayim never found amusement in the pained expressions they made, but their parents were eager to laugh at their misfortune. It took a little longer for Hayim to remember his excuses for those incidents, that he could simply relieve the pain at a whim and there was no ill will intended.
As he watched the giant fruit burst, spreading it's burning seeds and juices across the forest of Animal-friends and Humies, Hayim wished more than anything that he could alleviate their pain at that moment. Hayim felt almost guilty that he was relieved - since he was in Akhuz, he wouldn't need to hear the Humies scream. The air was filled with the sound of sizzling plant matter, pierced by the roars of several dragons who were struck by the red fruit. Hayim tensed, tentacles wrapping around small outgrowths of root that surrounded him.
The light was shrinking - but like when a Humie cups his hands around a flame, it merely focused the light that already exists. The assaults delivered by Hayim's siblings were superficial earlier, but now Hayim had to actively focus in order to see the damage before it was simply negated. Hayim hopes were dimming somewhat by this point - if the light was like a fire, then intensifying would only mean it was growing stronger. Still, the god would never abandon his post, even if he was regaining his old impatience. The Humies and Animal-friends were still stuck, crying out in pain and fear.
Hayim contented himself with watching the unfolding battle, praying that his siblings would leave the area soon. If they did, then the chance that they would accidentally kill any of the transmuted inhabitants of the jungle would be far lower.
It had engorged itself tremendously, and its vibrant red was far more potent than any fruit he had ever created. The fruit caused fond memories to arise in Hayim's slowly returning mind - particularly memories of feeding the weaker ones to oblivious children. Hayim never found amusement in the pained expressions they made, but their parents were eager to laugh at their misfortune. It took a little longer for Hayim to remember his excuses for those incidents, that he could simply relieve the pain at a whim and there was no ill will intended.
As he watched the giant fruit burst, spreading it's burning seeds and juices across the forest of Animal-friends and Humies, Hayim wished more than anything that he could alleviate their pain at that moment. Hayim felt almost guilty that he was relieved - since he was in Akhuz, he wouldn't need to hear the Humies scream. The air was filled with the sound of sizzling plant matter, pierced by the roars of several dragons who were struck by the red fruit. Hayim tensed, tentacles wrapping around small outgrowths of root that surrounded him.
The light was shrinking - but like when a Humie cups his hands around a flame, it merely focused the light that already exists. The assaults delivered by Hayim's siblings were superficial earlier, but now Hayim had to actively focus in order to see the damage before it was simply negated. Hayim hopes were dimming somewhat by this point - if the light was like a fire, then intensifying would only mean it was growing stronger. Still, the god would never abandon his post, even if he was regaining his old impatience. The Humies and Animal-friends were still stuck, crying out in pain and fear.
Hayim contented himself with watching the unfolding battle, praying that his siblings would leave the area soon. If they did, then the chance that they would accidentally kill any of the transmuted inhabitants of the jungle would be far lower.
