"Huh?" Zach looked around.
"Did something happen?" He asked, seeing the pale faces and hearing the angry voices from outside.
"That's what we want to ask!" Vera shouted.
"What did you do?!"
***
Five minutes ago.
"What?" Zach broke his vow of silence and stared dumbly at the empty space with nothing but him, the fire, and a powerful voice.
A notebook appeared suddenly in front of him.
"I want a body—One that I can use to roam the mortal world again.
"Your perception of time changes when you're a god, but it doesn't remove the feeling of boredom you get. I want to do stuff!"
Zach's expression slackened as the mighty voice of the powerful Goddess of Smithing suddenly lost all of its grandeur. She dropped the charade.
She could undoubtedly remove Zach from the equation if she so wished. But she had seen two things.
The quality of Zach's physical and mortal body was immaculate. The craftsmanship of the battery clinging to his neck was out of this world.
