It was still dark.
Yesh's decree that there would be light had yet to illuminate every corner of what would be.
He would have liked to have his entire domain illuminated already, but things didn't exactly work out that way…
Yesh turned his gaze toward the horrid infection floating in unconsciousness beneath him.
Defeating the creature was, bar none, the most difficult thing he had ever done in his mortal or immortal lives.
He had yet to apply the rule of time to his domain, but if he had, he was sure that he would find that he had wasted much of it locked in a very desperate struggle.
Fatigue had taken him for the very first time since his anointing.
The vessel he had created was sore and damaged. Even if he were to simply make another, his negative status would still transfer.
He felt the urge to follow the creature's example and roll up into a stationary ball to rest until planets began forming naturally.
