In the morning, Snuggle and Noctis woke up as if nothing had happened. Listening to their bickering, Shadow did not show that he had conversed with a deity while they slept, either.
He was generally quiet and reserved, so they did not notice his inner turmoil… Noctis did not, at least. Snuggle might have sensed something, but tactfully chose to play along with his silence.
A myriad of thoughts swarmed in Shadow's head.
Had he met a god before?
Across his countless lives, he must have. Yet at the moment, he did not remember — perhaps he had not, after all. The only image in his mind was the harrowing scene of Beast God devouring a Void Creature.
He had been far, far away from that titanic clash, though. Both of those beings were simply so colossal that they could be seen from a vast distance. If Shadow had been any closer, he would have been obliterated by the violent horror of the divine confrontation.
