[The awfulness of Josselyn's reshaping is one thing, and that part seems like a spell under the mage's control, perhaps, but what happens next is not. It feels like no illusion Lenore can imagine, nothing she's ever experienced in all her decades of life. She regrets being within a hundred miles of that thing. It's no god as the Christian church would name such a thing, though it might resemble the fever dream beings of Revelations. The animal-headed gods of the Egyptians were often as merciless as their desert, but Lenore still thinks of those gods as bearing scrolls and scales, tools of architecture and agriculture. The most inhuman of the Egyptian gods still makes her think of civilization.
Perhaps the sight of Sobek would make her feel otherwise, but the vulture god before her does not make her think of civilization, nor does its voracious hunger at this savage offering.
Incapable of words, she looks away, waiting for the worst of the hunger to be finished. She came here in pursuit of knowledge as power, but now she wishes to be on the side of ignorance and bliss.]
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Perhaps the sight of Sobek would make her feel otherwise, but the vulture god before her does not make her think of civilization, nor does its voracious hunger at this savage offering.
Incapable of words, she looks away, waiting for the worst of the hunger to be finished. She came here in pursuit of knowledge as power, but now she wishes to be on the side of ignorance and bliss.]