You wake that eavining, alive, but "reduced" in scope and power.

You find yourself returning to consciousness that eavining, and you hear your high-priestess voice, but muffled and distorted through the flesh of her abdomen. "So, lord Nimrev, you have awakened?" She asks, and you reply.

"Yes, in a manner of speaking, I feel, isolated..." You respond, realizing that you can't feel the connections to the rest of your sphere right now, except for your... Four, clergy? There should have only been two...

You check in on the third one, AH-HA, she's the ratling you messed with earlier, she's become a Cleric of your faith... and Gained fifty levels?!? That's, new...

She also has a name now, [Ratie Herarat McRattington, the Insatiable Lady of the Drupal Forest], there's so totally a story there, but even so, today is going to remain busy, and you have a second new clergymember to check on.

The, (much reduced in number), pages flip, and you find yourself in a filthy shack in the Ostvale slums where a young Halfling Woman, three other Halflings and a dozen humans of assorted genders and ages, knelt around that same prayer bowl where you altered the paper bearing your sigil, and with fresh Joss-sticks burning in it. They are anointing themselves with rotten fruit that is Crawling with maggots. ~Ah yes, Lidia Braveheart, what a good little worshiper...~ you think. You check out her stats, and "What? Another sixty levels?" you wonder aloud from your position in Abby's abdomen, and they both smile. "Yes, lord Nimrev?" Lidia asks, while Abby queries, "What was that?"