Listening to Andar, Heragol's expression grew increasingly grave, and the room fell silent for a moment. In that silence, the former Dragon Priest suddenly traced a complex pale-gold rune in the air with his finger. As the rune gradually faded, an invisible force enveloped the entire room, cutting it off from the outside world.
"What do you make of that monster?" He looked at Andar on the communication interface and asked in a low voice.
"From the age when the Voyagers arrived until now, every change of civilization on this planet has taken place under our watch. We have records of every god born during that time... including Their true names, mythological traits, domains of authority, and even fragments of remains left behind after accidental deaths. But I just reviewed all the records and found no god matching Modir's description. Even after accounting for the possible 'distortion' caused by prolonged sealing or exile, nothing matched..."
"Shapeless flesh, mindless howls, a flowing appearance, shifting runes—this is not a form a normal god should possess. Even an evil god would not be so blasphemous and grotesque," Heragol said gravely. "Normal gods are shaped by ideological currents, while mortal ideological currents are rooted in the 'average sanity' of mortals. Sanity would not allow such a twisted, frenzied creation to be shaped from those currents, unless something had gone wrong in that god's birth...
"The thing Modir described bore very obvious signs of uncontrolled madness, yet it could contend with an ancient deity like the Night Lady, and seemed to have been doing so for who knew how many years. That means its Combat Instinct is extraordinarily powerful. Perhaps its 'madness' is its 'normality.' Beneath the surface of apparent loss of control, it may still possess reason, perhaps even... intelligence."
Andar nodded lightly as