Not going to call uncle

Eligos paced, his mind locked in chasing itself in circles, chewing over and over everything that had happened since the first changes had taken place. Glowing blue liquid flecked his neck and shoulders where it had spattered from his eyes and ears whenever he shook his head, but he didn't bother to stop to clean it off, and it made an odd contrast to the warm golden glow that shimmered over his pelt with his movements. He wasn't fully aware that he was speaking out loud when he muttered to himself as he paced, mostly disjointed bits and pieces of his thought processes. More and more he had become convinced that this was the doing of one of the numerous other gods in a continuation of the war that had cast the Fallen God from his rule. It was the only thing that made sense to him. Logically, it had to be the explanation. The thing he kept arguing over in his head was whst, if anything, that coukd be done aboit it.