‘Hold up! What do I even want to say?’
Ferrudion paused and contemplated his situation. Did he really need these lowly mortals to understand his greatness?
Looking to the right of the pointy, loud teen, he saw the man he had communicated with still rolling on the floor in pain. At the same time, he sensed the man's soul.
To Ferrudion, it looked like an imploding soul.
But people from a certain mud ball might instead compare it to a balloon almost out of gas:
Whereas the man's soul had been a tiny but nicely inflated one filled with dimly glowing gas, it was now barely glowing at all. Most of the gas had dissipated, leaving behind a leaky husk of a soul.
‘Clearly, they are incapable of comprehending my greatness. Besides, Barrion said undercover trips are the best.’
Relying on the words of the only other nascent greater god he knew, Ferrudion decided to pretend to be a mortal.
‘Of course, I need them to know that I am a powerful and respectable mortal, lest they bother me.’
Softly touching the soul of the pointy, noisy mortal, Ferrudion resisted the urge to stab it and began communicating.
『“I.”』
He watched with satisfaction as the mortal flinched when Ferrudion flashed him a visual image of himself.
『“Powerful.”』
He tried to convey the idea of power by sending an image of himself crushing a mountain, or rather a mountain-sized piece of rock, with his mangy.
The mortal paled and lowered his finger.
『“Respectable.”』
He transmitted visuals of the most mundane looking parts of his father's favorite residence. The sturdy yet intricate mosaics in the garden, the insanely detailed carpets that sucked in sounds, his father's collection of constructed metals, ...
All the while, he paid close attention to the mortals soul. And it was good that he did!
He abruptly ended their souls' connection.
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‘Phew, any more and his soul might have collapsed. But I think this should be enough to impress my greatness upon him.’
Indeed, the mortal had stopped shouting and taken several steps backwards before making a curious motion. He bent forward about fifteen degrees, lowering his head, while holding his arms out before him, crossed with his palms up.
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Then he straightened and started walking around, talking in their strange language again.
Around me, men and women, one after another, made the same sound,
“Ntak!”
Judging by their demeanor, it seemed to be some form of acknowledgement.
Finally, the mortal stopped talking to the various mortals around and returned to face me.
He started speaking only to stop himself and try gesturing instead.
He mimed lifting something to his mouth before pointing to something behind Ferrudion and shrugging his shoulders.
Ferrudion raised an eyebrow at him.
The man repeated the set of gestures, so, Ferrudion turned around to see what the teen was pointing at.
It was a wall.
‘Is there something noteworthy over there?’
Shrugging, Ferrudion jerked his head in its direction and then started walking towards it, the mortal trailing half a step behind him.
They stopped two strides before the wall.
Ferrudion looked at the mortal quizzically.
The mortal looked back, equally confused.
‘Does he want me to knock the door down?’
『“I knock the wall down.”』He cautiously sent a vision of himself blasting the wall to pieces. Although he was unfamiliar with this material and the vision might therefore be inaccurate, he thought it would sufficiently convey the message.
The mortal paled and made a series of incomprehensible gestures before reaching past Ferrudion to touch a protruding bit of the wall and exerting force on it. The part of the wall behind it swung inwards.
Ferrudion whistled appreciatively.
‘This is an entryway, huh?’
Unlike the entryways in his parents' realms, it was indistinguishable from the wall on a spiritual level. It must be purely material.
After giving the interesting entryway one last lookover, Ferrudion stepped through it. The mortal followed and closed the entryway behind them by manually moving the piece of wall back in position. Its movements were interesting.
‘I should play with it some time and try to figure it out.’
For now, he planned to learn the language of these mortals, but he was sure that would take a year at most.
Even the complicated ancient godly tongue used by many of the greater gods allied to his mother had only taken him a decade to master, after all.
All the while, the mortal had started gesturing at him again. He sighed and send him another transmission.
『“I follow you.”』
He sent the vision of himself walking behind the mortal.
The mortal shook his right fist twice to the right side of his head.
‘I sense a vague sense of agreement from his soul. Perhaps that gesture means yes?’
Then he proceeded to lead me to a hole in the floor. There were many short steps leading down the hole to another room.
After that came a corridor and a few more rooms before we ended up in a nice looking room. For one, it had a carpet. Well, something that could barely considered a carpet in the eyes of a god, but it was recognizable enough for Ferrudion to regard it as one.
They walked up to another wall, whereupon the mortal rapped his fist against it.