Rhen

He was a god. And there was no doubt about that. He was a God who was bored. That could have been a problem, a problem that Rhen did not take too long to solve. The creatures on that planet, Morkh, were all a bit… mundane. All those claws, those toothy mouths, those spread wings, how boring. The only ones that had caught his attention were the Gilmora, so dark, so malleable. Yes, they would be the guinea pig of the first experiment, he would make them proud, unbeatable, godlike. Similar to him.

“Bring me another, Lonys.”

“Another one, master? Is the last one already…?”

“I need more arms.”

“More arms…”

“Do you enjoy repeating what I say, Lonys?”

“Do I enjoy…? No, master. I’m going, master.”

Rhen began drumming his countless fingers on the stone, thoughtful. Lonys knew too much and was getting restless. Maybe the next arms would be his.