Something smells horrible...

Urk......

For a god from above the clouds, it must really reek.

New crafts... Bustling villages... Beautiful fields... Looking down from the sky, I bet that's all you see.

There are bones buried under the trees.

The works of man are filled with that taint of death you so despise.

These are human sacrifices to Misagu.

We must take what we are offered. If we refuse, the people get confused. They suspect the gods are displeased with them, and end up offering even more blood.

And yet, if they did not fear us, next time they might start killing one another for their own reasons.

Chikato, Sosou and I used to be gods of our own settlements, but... the settlements would start fighting each other just because the gods they worshipped were different.

It hurts. Watching humans I've protected since they were little babies strike and slay one another...

It's not something I enjoy.