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Ishmael was too busy watching the Hyena to notice Galaxian’s look. The Masked One was slowly approaching them, fixated on the potential meal in front of him. He crouched down beside the body and placed his hand just above the chest. He made a pulling motion, and a bright orange light appeared— a mortal soul. The Hyena held it in his hand and studied it for a few seconds. Apparently satisfied, he popped it into the mouth of his mask. The bronze etchings carved into the mask seemed to glow slightly when he did, and he inhaled deeply.

He stood upright suddenly and grabbed Ishmael by the back of his poncho, hefting him into the air as if the god was nothing more than a kitten. Ishmael swung wildly in the Hyena’s grasp, trying to wriggle out of his grip. He stopped short of actually striking the Hyena, though. “What are you doing?! Put me down, please,” he pleaded. His peace circle increased in intensity, illuminating them from underneath.

The Hyena said nothing, merely flung him to the ground like a rag doll. Ishmael grunted in pain as he landed. He was straight up not having a good time.

“Come in if you want.” The Hyena turned and lumbered back into the cave. The deity struggled to his feet, holding his side. He looked over at Galaxian, his own expression bewildered.