Chapter 61: The Minor Shrine Of Renenutet
Yoiglah’s vast form barely shifted, yet the gravity in the clearing thickened with the weight of thought and history as the turtle’s eyes narrowed.
His voice trembled through the dirt, thick and slow with layered contemplation.
"You’re asking the shrine to assimilate with me. That’s what you want. So that its reach, its influence, and the weight of belief it carries will ride along my shell wherever I may go, magnified through my core. This is no simple installation. You want to anchor a god into a beast."
"Incorrect," Samael answered immediately.
Yoiglah paused for a moment, and so was Kivas who was holding her breath, thinking what kind of absurd shenanigans that Samael expected of the giant talking turtle in front of her.
"So you want me to start assimilating again," Yoiglah answered, with not a single emotion that could be read from his form.
Samael didn’t hesitate. "Correct. And it’s necessary."
"And that reason would be?" Yoiglah asked.
"I have a foresight that a certain major bastion of humanity has either already been taken out or will be taken out in just a day or two," Samael answered. "In that foresight, even a special agent that works for the part of humanity that is prideful of their expertise in information, saw not a single moment of it coming."
Kivas raised a brow and glanced at her. "Does this have something to do with Zarangar Valley?"
"Yes," Samael answered, her voice sharp with memory. "In the first cycle, we saw it fall. We saw how little it took...