This tavern is just like the one in Green Shade Territory.
Goliath even replicated with his astonishing memory the patrons, the owner, the utensils, and the bard from that bar at the time.
Only now they're all replaced with shadows.
The shadows sway, layered in shadows, managing this tavern.
"What a pity, after today, there will be no more God."
Goliath sighed softly.
"Before, you were always patient, I heard you went mad recently, and now seeing you, it's indeed true, you're rambling nonsense."
God, just like in the old days, hung the black cloak over the back of the chair beside him and sat down quietly:
"The tavern is nice, your ability to create shadow life has improved, maybe one day, you can truly build a shadow hell behind the world."
"Pity, you have no more maybes."
God gently sat down, picked up the shadow wine glass on the table, and poured a drink.
It was clearly a glass of shadow wine.
Yet inside flowed a rainbow-colored divine brew.
