"Who among you is ready to take responsibility for investigating these new anomalies?" Deimos asked, his voice calm, yet carrying the weight of command that silenced the others.
He knew the sudden appearance of millions of new Gods, coupled with the strange ability of some to simply vanish with their entire worlds, was a significant shift in the cosmic game.
"These… coincidences… across multiple multiverses demand scrutiny."
"I will go," Ichor snarled, his slimy form practically vibrating with eagerness. He slammed a corrosive fist onto the bone table, leaving another sizzling scar.
"I am tired of this endless waiting in Ashgar. Maledictus, will you join me?" The prospect of hunting, of corroding new worlds, was a delicious temptation he could no longer resist.
"Certainly," Maledictus replied, her voice a melodious purr that promised slow, agonizing curses upon any who crossed their path.
