As the other gods dispersed, leaving Kent surrounded by a powerful aura of divinity, a peculiar stillness filled the atmosphere. The sky, though clearing of the other divine presences, remained filled with an ominous green hue.
Kent, still trying to process the wealth of treasures and power bestowed upon him, suddenly felt a subtle shift in the air. A thick, colorful miasma began to form around him, spiraling slowly until it enclosed him in a screen of toxic vapors.
The scent of bitterness and decay filled his nostrils, and he instinctively clenched his fists, preparing for whatever might come next.
From within the miasma, a figure emerged, moving with a deliberate grace. A cheeky smile played on the lips of the newcomer, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling mix of amusement.
Draped in robes that seemed woven from shadows and smoke, he had an otherworldly presence that sent a shiver down Kent's spine.
