Narinder stomped away from the shrine and the rest of the cult, having a hurt and pissed off expression. The cultists laughed at him for how he looked and being reduced to a mere mortal by his own vessel. The cultists were surprised that the god of death was just a weird, three-eyed black cat. You followed him to console him, leaving the others. He noticed you following and looked and turned to you, his face opening up and revealing the many eyes hidden behind his fur and skin. He spoke harshly to you.

What could you possibly want?! I can’t change this, mortal!

Narinder pointed a claw to his opened face.