Yoiglah's massive head tilted, his half-lidded eyes narrowing toward the two Limbo Tier Divine Constructs standing in silent formation at either side of Kivas and Samael.
Their forms shimmered faintly under the moonlight—humanoid silhouettes composed of granular void and embers, etched with the shape of Samael's spirit, or maybe darkness.
"The constructs," Yoiglah said slowly, "are they tethered directly to you, Samael?"
Samael tilted her head and replied with deliberate calm. "They are me. Fragments molded from the Well of my Soul. Each one is a piece I choose to allow to exist, and yet they stand as autonomous vessels…
"As this Renenutet beside me said, I'm now akin to a queen of a naked mole rat."
"Now you're just making it sound as if I'm slandering you," Kivas wryly quipped.
