I had found a rebreather to help with the smell, it wasn't helping. I didn't know how that was possible, but it was and I hated it. I had gone against my better wishes and decided to take the problem head on. I was slowly creeping my way in when I ran across another god. I swear to the gods, prior to the machine war being over I never saw any gods, now I run into them every gods damned place I go. It was Hanlon, the death god, I remembered him from my brief meeting before.
"All the power in the universe and Trezlan comes here with you, some people just aren't meant to be gods."
"Keep your voice down." Hanlon looked at me with a mixture of pity and apathy.
"These creatures do not have ears."
"Oh well now I feel stupid."
"Trezlan didn't know that because like every other thing he's blundered into he doesn't understand anything." One of the creatures did see Hanlon, I ducked down next to a rock while it approached, tried to take a bite and then died straight out. He sighed.
"So what do you want?"
"A lot of things, but more importantly Trezlan needs to return to discuss moving forward."
"Return where?" Other Eyerocks had seen the corpse of their friend and had come to investigate, I was worried they would find me.
"He knows." And then he was gone. Leaving me to deal with the now gathered group of Eyerocks. Because all gods in this universe are assholes even the ones I'm related to, especially the ones I'm related to.
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