As far as Xi Yan was concerned, the Shaper of Clay had more or less demonstrated his sincerity.
The enemy of his enemy was his friend. Xi Yan had long known that the Shroud was not a united front. It was simply that an excessively powerful End of the Cycle was forcing the entire Shroud to submit to its desires.
The other four gods, as well as the Shaper of Clay, had a completely different attitude toward the material world from Madoka. They bore little ill will toward the Real Universe.
To players, the Clay God was a neutral presence. Sometimes, if he took a liking to a player, he might even offer some decent perks, such as a Gaia Planet, or even forcibly change the empire the player controlled.
Players mostly made memes about him. They neither disliked him nor particularly liked him, but they spent all day declaring that they could never repay their debt of gratitude to the Clay God.
Xi Yan was naturally no exception. After weighing their interests and the Clay God's nature, he set aside his wariness for the time being.
He stepped back to make room. Under the restraints of his psionics, the Shroud rift slowly opened, and purple mist poured out, gradually seeping into Zarqlan's body.
The Nameless Apostasy-er clenched his fists without saying a word, silently fixing his mechanical eyes on the Shroud rift.
[This is the Weaver of Life's power. It can reshape Zarqlan's body.]
As though afraid Xi Yan might react violently, the Shaper of Clay cautiously explained the purple mist.
[The Weaver of Life cherishes organic life made of flesh and blood and wants nothing to do with you. As for me, I have spent my entire life studying wondrous machines. I have no reason to be hostile