After all, Divine species were not distinguished by their appearance.
The only things that could distinguish Divine species were concepts and the aura they possessed.
Vast auras, profound concepts... They were all uniquely theirs, serving as their passports.
The Forest Spirits understood this very well.
There was not a single god in the world who possessed an aura like that of the God of the Forest.
Although Mother Goddess was proud and somewhat insane, willing to pay any price for the throne of the One God,
it was still quite a good thing for the Forest Spirits.
Otherwise!
The God of the Forest would not have left behind a divine spell to protect the Forest Spirits even after her death.
Unfortunately, although that divine spell was powerful, these Forest Spirits were simply too useless.
No matter how powerful something was, it was difficult for the weak to make much use of it.
This had led the Flügel to defeat it.
This had forced the Forest Spirits to move their capital.
They had completely abandoned their ancestral land.
If the death of the God of the Forest had been a powerful blow to the Forest Spirits, then the fall of their capital was a second grievous wound.
The more desperate they became, the more they longed for Mother Goddess to return.
To return and guide them, lost as they were, so they could continue moving forward.
They constantly researched spells, constantly developing in the direction of greater firepower.
They also acted out of a sort of self-destructive mentality: If we're going to suffer, then none of you are going to have it easy either! Since the world was constantly at war, then everyone might as well join in. They might as well smash this world to pieces and destroy it completely!