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Chapter 159 – Unwelcome Connections They weren’t about to deal with some unknown number of strange, floating robes that, according to Mhynt, could take over their minds and parasitize their bodies. Instead, they retreated deeper into the caves as Mhynt pooled odd clouds of darkness in her...

Chapter 158 – Unexpected Return The rhythmic beeping of life monitors was becoming uncomfortably familiar to Owen. He was a demigod, right? Why was he constantly being put in hospitals? Could they even help? Well, the last one did, he supposed. Groggily, he opened one eye to figure out his...

Thanks for the review, Bench! Glad you enjoyed the first bit of the story. Lots more to take in from there~ Next chapter coming up... Chapter 157 – Rip Across Realms It felt like Owen had slept for at least two whole days. Perhaps that was because his mind had split five ways. When the dream...

Chapter 156 – First Generation “Is it just me, or is this a terrible idea?” Phol murmured. “At what point did I get involved in the field again? I’m a doctor now, not a Heart.” “Probably when we started losing Hearts to who knows where,” Spice said. “The world may have stopped ending, but the...

Thanks for the review, Fobbie! I responded to you more in depth on United, but yeah, that chapter was a bit "filler"-ish despite being plot relevant, in that it was sort of due to the inherent flaw of the first arc. Gathering a bunch of elemental artifacts or people works well for games, not so...

Man, how did I know it was a Jynx before they even confirmed it? Anyway, hi, chapter 4 (and 5) time! And wow, chapter 4 one is practically half the length of the previous chapter. It's promising in a way, since I suspect that means more might happen in a short time? That's my thought going in...

I'm glad you were able to get to the end of the first "section" of Hands of Creation, Fobbie! Compared to the rest of the story, it's very simple and straightforward for the most part, and in a way I think that's good for getting people introduced to the plot and characters. The writing...

A fun review as always, Fobbie. I look forward to your next. I got you on discord, but it was nice seeing you getting through this first arc of the story. Chapter 154 – Void Isle The ship groaned and creaked as it reached the isle and the crew let down the anchors. Owen quietly told the...

Chapter 3! An overall slow chapter, and I'm very antsy for something to finally actually kick off the story, to be honest. More on that with my stream of consciousness thoughts below: The adamancy for not telling her child something important about the key just to lead to mystery and drama is a...

Mhynt smiled, tilting her head in thought. "Sometimes will isn't enough. Just as death claims everyone, the void claims what's left afterward. The ferocious monsters that exist--all former people themselves, mind you--can overpower any 'will.' You need the blessings of the gods to survive...

Chapter 153 – The Curse of Power “Okay,” Owen whispered shakily, “you can wake me up now, Darkrai. This is… just an extended nightmare, right? Please. I give. It’s too much…” Nothing replied to him. The communicator was murmuring with the others frantically coordinating what was happening on...

Mhynt closed her eyes, tuning out whatever drama was happening as she prodded at the ground. "It's so strange," she commented. "What was it, the idea of the terrain, but not terrain itself. Dreamlike. Perhaps if I think hard enough, I can imagine the ground is made of steel."

Mhynt snorted, arms crossed as she leaned against a conjured rock. "I don't think I'll be doing any kneeling while around here," she hummed.

"I would agree," Mhynt replied. "Unfortunately, when faced with forever and no sense of escape, some prefer to stop thinking about it. And to stop thinking about it, they shed what made themselves whole, and become part of the problem. It's... a complicated issue. I can't blame them for wanting...

Mhynt tilted her head. "Interesting," she said. "Someone with lost memories. I have none of that, but I know many in my world who suffer from something similar. Usually from dying, of course, but memory loss is memory loss." She seemed pensive. "I suppose some would prefer being dead."

"I've been more of a tea person most of the time," Mhynt agreed. "Though, it doesn't help ward the cannibalism remarks now and then. People think it's a clever joke, not realizing you hear it every time." The Treecko rolled her eyes.

Hailstones pelted Mhynt's body. She didn't seem to notice. She was about to take another sip of tea when a chunk of ice landed on it, and she frowned. "Perhaps some iced coffee is a better choice now," she hummed.

That one caught her attention, and she hadn't really done a Truth yet. Only the dare of her tea. "I can answer this one as well," she commented. "I'm from... a world that failed. It's a world where you cannot die. If you do die, you are instead reborn from the earth with a little less of...

This was a nicer environment. And the fact that a Porygon was losing it and producing a Sunny Day was an added bonus. The Treecko enjoyed the chaos for its benefits, a calm stone in churning waters. She got herself more piping hot tea for the occasion.

Mhynt eyed Andre. "People cannot be everywhere," she agreed. "There are lots of times when I wish I had the power to always guard those I cared about... but unfortunately, from what I've seen, even gods have trouble keeping up with their allies."