Thread:YingHe/@comment-36159587-20190425020614/@comment-36159587-20190427040146

 Galaxian's left hand clenched tightly as ice started appearing around his glove. Crown...chunks of flesh missing...genocide...mass executions...

 His arm started to freeze up.

 Completely insane, screaming...no, then it couldn't be. Galaxian skimmed over the "crack in the Underworld" part, as well as the second part, as he redirected his attention towards the added part.

It can't be, then, Galaxian thought, with relief. It must be someone...someone she knows.

 The deity didn't notice Sandy's worry, nor did he answer Richard's question (which he possibly presumed to be rhetorical), or notice the ice on his arm, which had, thankfully, stopped going upwards.