Flesh began to grow back on the stark white bones.
Facial features.
Skin.
Hair.
Eyes opened.
The Mother of All Things stood up and took a few steps.
"That will do."
Her voice was muffled and unclear.
More tendrils stretched out, coiling around her neck for additional repairs.
"That will do."
Her voice now held an authoritative and indifferent tone of a woman.
—Indistinguishable from the real Mother of All Things.
The dense array of tentacles all fell limp, detaching from her body and retracting back into the cavern.
After a short while,
they emerged again, fetching various weapons, armor, magical treasures, elixirs, and other items, presenting them before the Mother of All Things.
The Mother of All Things glanced over them, then with a casual gesture,
everything disappeared.
"Such incapable subordinates… losing them is no loss; I might as well hunt on my own."
The Mother of All Things rapidly formed a strangely intricate sign with her hands.
She waited a moment.
