Believers were those who believed in something.
They could be humans, elves, orcs, gods, or demons.
Their origins did not matter.
Good and evil did not matter.
Race did not matter.
And because the reach of Orsaga's power was boundless, the sources of his believers were incomparably vast as well.
Moreover, due to his nature, he did not actually care who believed in him, nor did he care who feared him.
Thus.
Among the infinitely vast planes of the Multiverse, countless races and civilizations across innumerable times and spaces believed in him. The exact number of individuals was simply beyond counting.
Many times, it was not even rare for every Sentient Being in an entire plane to believe in him together.
In the past, lives had praised him.
In the present, lives held him in awe.
In the future, lives would look up to him.
Thus.
It was only natural that among them were those with conflicting stances, opposing alignments, and utterly different goals.
For example, an intelligent snake believed in Orsaga and revered him as the one true god.
Then.
It encountered an equally intelligent mouse. That mouse also believed in Orsaga and revered him as the one true god.
Yet, due to their respective positions in the food chain.
In spring, summer, and autumn, an active snake would catch mice to eat.
In winter, after the snake entered hibernation and feigned death, mice would catch snakes to eat.
Would such a situation cause any problems?
The answer was no.
Their slaughter of each other was itself part of the cycle of nature.
There was nothing wrong with it.
Orsaga could certainly intervene, alter their food-chain relationship, and make them live peacefully together from then on.
But he could also do nothing, allowing them to slaughter each other and