'God?'
'This figure in front of me is god?'
Wearing nothing but oversized pants and holding a shirt, the boy looked no older than fifteen.
He had pure black hair and black eyes, rimmed with a golden ring of chaotic energy.
A grin was plastered on the boy's face as he watched Rhen and Zena with amusement.
'Indeed, this person feels… divine… and related to me.'
A few seconds passed until Rhen reciprocated Zena's actions.
"I greet the most benevolent God."
"You call me a God with this when I'm in this body of a child?" the kid said. "Hah, scratch that and help me find a fitting cloth!"
"You are our god in whatever form you may be in." Zena said, her eyes locked with the floor.
"Eh… Y'know, right now, Rhen is more god-like than I am."
Rhen looked up.
"Me? How did you know my name?"
"If we put aside the fact that I was the one that gave you my abilities," the kid grin widened, as he pointed behind him, "you're my father."
