"How can a deity have such secular desires?"
The followers of Ambush were astonished beyond measure. They couldn't understand how an Ancient God, an embodiment of the Primal Curse and an entity of complete Chaotic Evil that spent its days in madness and prison breaks, could be so bewitched by a few colored images. It was simply inconceivable.
"Could it be that the God of Ambush doesn't distinguish between the sacred and the profane, no matter what race or background... oh my..."
"I wonder what normal coloring images look like to him. Perhaps what seems like regular artwork to us looks like twisted images that fit his XP's specific type?"
Since the followers couldn't fathom how their Ancient God perceived the mortals' coloring images, they had no choice but to carry out his commands.
And the God of Ambush, seemingly entering a mode of wisdom, was surrounded by an aura that seemed to be the Light of the Soul, in his guise as a black specter!
