He lived for the cube. He would die for the cube. He would worship the cube. Everything was for the cube.

Of course, it was a potato-shaped lump now as it had more opportunities to absorb Jay’s ambient necrotic mana. It was more accurate to say that Viladore lived for the potato. He would die for the potato. He would worship the potato. Everything was for the potato.

Seeing some worthy enemies coming, he prepared himself.