Yoiglah's vast form barely shifted, yet the gravity in the clearing thickened with the weight of thought and history as the turtle's eyes narrowed.
His voice trembled through the dirt, thick and slow with layered contemplation.
"You're asking the shrine to assimilate with me. That's what you want. So that its reach, its influence, and the weight of belief it carries will ride along my shell wherever I may go, magnified through my core. This is no simple installation. You want to anchor a god into a beast."
"Incorrect," Samael answered immediately.
Yoiglah paused for a moment, and so was Kivas who was holding her breath, thinking what kind of absurd shenanigans that Samael expected of the giant talking turtle in front of her.
"So you want me to start assimilating again," Yoiglah answered, with not a single emotion that could be read from his form.
Samael didn't hesitate. "Correct. And it's necessary."
"And that reason would be?" Yoiglah asked.
