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Ishmael gritted his teeth. "I wasn't exactly in the position to make well-informed decisions, considering I had just died myself."

The Hyena laughed bitterly. "Of course. Shiloh said you were pathetic when you became a deity. What kind of person goes back to their mansion just to collapse in the forest and not move for a month?"

Ishmael's blood ran cold at the mention of his former assistant. "So you're taking the word of a crazy wood nymph over me now?" he questioned. His voice was quiet.

The Masked one stood, towering over the peace god. "At least they actually talk to me and acknowledge my existence!" he snarled.

"That's enough, Hyena," a smooth voice drawled from the entrance of the cave. The Jackal leaned against a boulder with his arms crossed. A large, dark barn owl was perched on his shoulder, staring at the cave's inhabitants.

Ishmael froze, his peace circle burning brightly in an attempt to calm him down. The Hyena shoved past him, storming out of the cave without so much as a backward glance.

The leader of the Masked Ones regarded the two deities carefully. "Ah. I was expecting this one, but I wasn't expecting you, Galaxian. An oversight on my part. You deities tend to travel in packs. Wouldn't you agree?"