Thread:YingHe/@comment-36159587-20190602041941/@comment-36159587-20190606232623

 The god appeared alright. His mask was put neatly to the side.

 Hitan decided to confiscate it. He tucked it into his robe, for later. He didn't want the deity wearing it again.

 The coldness of the material chilled his chest even through his inner tunic. He sighed, deciding that he would analyze it later, and flew through the tent flaps, over the pit, and into the skies, with Galaxian in his arms.