Zone C -- Megacity One

[Enel]

Moving through the city is fun. Maybe less so for my companion, who I perpetually have to give a chance to catch up. There are alleys, residential buildings, shops and all manner of public spaces. If I weren’t trying to be stealthy, I’d be smashing all of these into debris. Since I am, I do my best to pretend I’m in one of those zombie comics. Except, y’know. With way more sweet Godly parkour.

I stop and wait as Vic trots down some concrete steps behind me. He’s actually pretty silent. I’ve got an inkling there’s more to him than he’s letting on. Ex-forces, maybe? If he survives this, maybe I’ll consider making him a captain in God’s Army.

I don’t, of course, voice my thoughts. Let them think he’s very clever by keeping his past a secret from me. It’s befitting of a humble God such as myself to let his subjects have their little secrets. But nothing can hide from me. Especially not the truth.

I’ve been trying to regain one of my powers since I stepped foot on this island. It’s a tricky one, but I know it could come in useful. It lets me listen in on any conversation for miles around. Of course, my subjects just think I can read minds. I let them think that. Eventually I should like to be able to do that too, but I just haven’t had time yet. Between listening to the concerns of my female subjects and tending to intruders upon my land (of which there are many — a city of gold attracts so very many looters) my schedule is pretty packed. Or was.

I hold a finger up, indicating to Hendy that our mark is close. He doesn’t seem to need to be told — excellent. Good henchmen are so hard to find, and I’ve yet to find a single trustworthy one in the Omniverse up to this point.

I wait for the target to come out into the open. He won’t know what hit him.

Challenging Cell for the artefact pieces.