Chapter 64: This energy—should not be here.
Camazotz stared down at the weakened figure before him—Nergal, once a terrifying god, feared by mortals and respected by peers.
And now? Beaten, tattered, barely clinging to existence.
He clicked his tongue in disgust.
"Look at you... so broken. So... pitiful."
His voice was low, filled with mockery and disbelief. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing—a god once crowned in glory, now reduced to crawling like a dying animal. His tone was thick with scorn, but somewhere beneath that... was amusement.
Nergal’s lips twitched... There was something off. Something... wrong.
This Camazotz didn’t feel like the one he had faced before. The energy... the presence... it wasn’t divine.
It wasn’t the same.
"W-Who are you...?" Nergal rasped out, voice strained with pain. His body shimmered faintly, like sand being erased from stone. He was fading—piece by piece.
Camazotz arched a brow and dramatically spread his arms as if on stage.
"Who am I? You don’t recognize me? I am Camazotz, the great God of Bats, the devourer of silence, the—"