Steady Recovery

In the shadowy recesses of his cosmic couch, Iblis could barely contain his glee.

The God of Destruction's form shifted and roiled, a visual representation of the excitement coursing through him.

"Did you see that, brother?" Iblis cackled, his voice like grinding glass. "Your little wildcard just turned the game board upside down and used it as a cosmic frisbee!"

Across from him, Khaliq stood motionless, his golden eyes fixed on the aftermath of the battle.

When he spoke, his voice was heavy with concern.

"Indeed, a human defeating a demi-god.

This... this was not what I had foreseen," Khaliq murmured.

"The balance-"

"Balance?" Iblis interrupted, his form coalescing into a vaguely humanoid shape just so he could throw his head back in laughter.

"Oh, come now, brother.

Where's the fun in balance?

This chaos, this beautiful, unpredictable chaos - this is what makes the game worth playing!