They needed neither food nor drink, nor vast amounts of space. There were many ways to carry them around, and in the future, they could even live on his body. Utter devotion, utter loyalty, and utter affection-a group of adorable, innocent little creatures, a group of followers who were outstanding by any overall measure. The only flaw was that they provided relatively little faith power. For now, he could address that in two ways: gradually improve their spirituality and intelligence, or increase their numbers.
Two thoroughly traditional but undeniably effective methods.
Ruger let his thoughts wander.
These followers he produced and gathered himself were certainly unusual, but he would have to take things slowly. Stray Hair One needed to be ready, and he did not want to become an ugly, bald dog either. A sustainably renewable resource was a good resource, and he still needed time to keep tending to his entire body with Spirit Fur Nourishment.
From now on, whenever a patch of fur gained spirituality, it would be cause for celebration, but it would also mean another bald patch.
I wonder if there are any spells that help fur grow, Ruger thought as he closed his eyes.
This was an unexpected stroke of luck. The first tiny change in Stray Hair One after becoming a divine being had helped him solve such a huge problem. Otherwise, he would have had to slog away with Spirit Fur Nourishment for some time longer, and he certainly would not have gained so many strands of spiritual fur that way.
A full five hundred and thirty Spirit Fur Followers.
So his reassurance and encouragement of Spirit Fur One had not been false in the slightest. They were genuine recognition.
The sounds around him slowly faded.
His mental power space, as steady as