A tall and striking man, broadly built and dressed a little like an old-time samurai, approaches the house on LOTAS.
You, on the other hand, are enjoying your time as a new godtier on the flat roof of your home and find yourself more than enjoying the no longer singing pain of saltwater on your skin. It’s really nice not having to worry about a demonic part of you injured by salt. Maybe you can help retrieve grist on your brother’s planet.
As soon as you see the stranger, you sit upright, blinking in surprise and try to identify him through the constant saltwater rain. With your new-found abilities, you’re more than sure that you can take on whatever anyone can throw at you. If you can control your own doom, there’s no danger to you, right?
"Hey! Who’s out there? You’re gonna get yourself killed around all this sharp, rusty stuff!"
