"I am Monzun, God of the rainstorm and the Lands they fall upon," Monzun answers. They do not bother to demonstrate this, as the nearby fields and forests are doing well enough.

As dramatic as these words are, the tone comes with little gravitas; they're simply pleased that they managed to bring a soul back from so far.

Sweetheart feels him shake and immediately starts petting him, a purr reverberating through all of her and into his bones. It's alright, little human! Safe, safe, safe.