Thread:Cleverfighting/@comment-31774682-20190423050217/@comment-36159587-20190424012121

Stop freaking out, Galaxian's telepathic eight-year-old voice reprimanded Drago. I'm fine. He tried looking more into the memory, then fading out slightly, trying to see if other effects or memories would pop up. Anything of use, really.

Outwardly, he didn't show any signs of pain. However, his eyes were still open--kind of freaky, to be honest. They were dulling into--oh, silver: A very metallic silver, and not the usual bright shade. Maybe it was because the deity's "normal" eyes were more dull than usual anyways.