He actually started at Sareth's actions, having not anticipated how completely she had broken. Very little was left of the barely adult elf that had left home, and what was was grateful that he hadn't raped her in the streets. That decided him, that this plane was too far gone to be saved with anything other than action, and he contacted the Oversoul, requesting his personal construct troops be released to begin assassination missions. Over the next few weeks, major and important followers of the two most known gods would begin coming down with nasty cases of dead, preparing them for his attacks on the god directly. He could take them now, and while it wouldn't be easy, he was certain of his eventual victory, but he wanted something fast and without warning, so that the gods simply disappeared. He shifted after a moment, his pants dissolving to allow her to begin, his hands guiding her to what felt good. This plane would be his, in a month at the earliest, and a year at the latest.