Hades lifted his heavy forearm... then violently clenched his fist shut, "⌈Quit it.⌋"
With two mundane words, what was left of the snake god's heart turned black with rot... and a gaseous burst rent it into pieces.
Tycon pursed his lips...
He'd just witnessed the god of his people die.
It seemed... terribly mundane.
But then again... a literal god performed the deed. It shouldn't have been as surprising as it was.
"I uh... thank you," Tycon smiled with chagrin.
"No problem, man. That's what friends are for, right?"
...Tycon tilted his head, "May I ask why you're grinning?"
"Ehehe... I took the god essence, too," Hades chuckled, "You can call dibs on the next one."
"Nonetheless... I am in your debt," Tycon inclined his head in respect, "Hades, god of death and the dead."
The towering orc shrugged, "Don't actually remember who owes who, at this point in time. Don't worry about it, Tyrael."
