The seemingly endless dark clouds in the sky suddenly began to churn, eventually transforming into a giant spirit wearing a turban, with a shadowy complexion. A single eye gazed violently at Hill, while beneath the eyepatch on the other side seemed to roll with flashes of lightning and the roar of thunder.
Beside him, the storm swept up yellow sand, and at his feet, whirlwinds rolled with acid rain, lightning, and hail.
Hill let out a gentle laugh, suddenly struck by inspiration: "Or... should I say, long have I admired your name, Chief Orc God Gewoosh."
"Hmm?" Talos' eyes flickered for a moment, but a smile appeared on his face, "Why... wouldn't you think I'm Horus of Mulholland?
Having inherited the last bit of divine power of thunder, he is more like Talos, isn't he?"
Hill's long eyelashes trembled slightly, his thoughts sank a little... Gewoosh admitted it so easily?
