The test had ended. Lyle watched the elven players at the foot of the mountain leave, either content or disheartened,, fulfilling the Intangible Son's objective of experiencing pleasure. He wouldn't grant these greedy players any more favors.
Noises of disintegration sounded from behind,, like wood and rats crammed together into a shredder, the sour crunch of disintegration and shrieks pulling the hair from one's pores. Without turning around, Lyle knew the chaotic, defiling scene behind him, Intangible Sons closely packed, feasting on each other's emotions. Their god-given bodies were capable of crushing any substance they touched into fine particles, allowing for the exchange of information, matter, and energy at the particle level.
