In the vast and boundless shadow realm, the two former gods looked at each other; not far away, the Magic Web Terminal was still projecting the day's exciting programs, yet at this moment, the attention of Amon and the Goddess of Magic was no longer on the program.
After a brief silence, the Goddess of Magic couldn't help but break it: "How about... you scratch?"
Amon's voice became even odder than before: "Are you serious?"
The Goddess of Magic stood still for two seconds, feeling a bit at a loss with the situation at hand (though she never really had hands or feet), as she had never encountered such a scenario in her long memories as a god: "Then how about... I help you scratch?"
"...Considering the times I've let you use the Magic Web Terminal these past days..." Amon's voice even started to break, "I'm feeling more and more peculiar..."
