Get Back (2)

It hadn't been by chance after all, it seemed.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA...HAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

Skullius gritted his teeth. Powerlessness was a powerful feeling, oddly enough.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! LOOK AT ME! HAHAHAHAA! PRICELESS! ABSOLUTELY PRICELESS IS THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE!"

The Hybrid Warmoth groaned and cursed and scowled, but that didn't change anything. Whatever expression he wore, or emotion that he attempted to stifle only made Fulgardt laugh even harder, and in that laugh, Skullius found something. It might have been the greatest truth of all, or at least the foundational truth an expert needed to learn after reaching Divinity.

"HAHAHAHAHA!! WHOOOOO! It's been a damn long time since I've had laughed so hard."

Skullius found the true nature of a Divine.

Cold, self-serving.

As basic as that sounded, it contradicted with the equally true notion that one couldn't survive in the wider reality without allies.