Gods demand, but what do they give? This Venerable One— [ He cuts himself off abruptly, looking away. The shadow of his former self might linger, but still, Mo Ran remembers his manners. He didn't betray his fellows for just an idle observation of the god. He bows, and kneels, prostrating in front of the chained hulk of the god.
He is massive and menacing; a pity he's chained, Mo Ran would like to see him in all his glory. He'd be awe-inspiring. ]
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He is massive and menacing; a pity he's chained, Mo Ran would like to see him in all his glory. He'd be awe-inspiring. ]
Greetings, oh godly one.