There had been no gods in the world to begin with; when enough people believed in someone, that person became a god.
Gods came from the faith of all living beings, but were likewise constrained by it. This was a simple contract of cause and effect. Great divine power did not come without a price. Whatever one gained, one had to pay for; otherwise, one would suffer backlash. The resentment of all living beings was not something easy to bear.
Even the most evil gods would not dare devour their believers' souls on a large scale. This was a taboo known to every god. Those who did not know it had long since fallen.
Yet there were exceptions to everything. If believers willingly offered themselves as sacrifices to the god they worshiped, sacrificing their very selves, they would not suffer backlash at all.
And that was exactly what the Lord of Lightning had in mind.
She was no longer prepared to wait.
The longer time dragged on, the more believers would turn their backs on her, and the more disadvantageous the situation would become. Rather than waste them for nothing, she might as well have her believers sacrifice themselves and restore her power in a short time.
When night fell,
countless torches lit up like stars.
Seen from high above, hundreds of millions of people had gathered across more than ten thousand square kilometers of land. Under the direction of their respective priests, prayers rang out into the sky, and even the air trembled.
Plans could never keep up with changes. Although Amir secretly felt anxious, he had no idea what to do and could only pray over and over with everyone else.
The only consolation was that Olidan, that bitch whose muscles were more developed than any man's, no