The world of Tam had been like a pot of boiling water lately, roiling with unrest.
It wasn't just gods and evil creatures slaughtering each other in a frenzy. The gods were fighting among themselves just as fiercely.
Those unlucky souls caught in the crossfire of the war between Tam and the Ancestor God, whose Divine Kingdoms had been destroyed as a result, wandered everywhere like desperate men with bloodshot eyes.
They fought over believers, destroyed nations, and waged war on one another. The fallen were a common sight.
If the upheaval five years ago had been a mere tremor, then what was happening now was a true calamity.
What did it mean for a god's life to be worth less than an ant's? What did it mean to live from dawn until dusk?
How many gods had done nothing to offend anyone, only to be drinking in their Divine Kingdom one moment, enjoying their petitioners' songs and dances and living their quiet little lives, then have their Divine Kingdoms breached by hordes of "Wanderers"—gods who had lost their Divine Kingdoms—and die without ever understanding why?
The peaceful pastoral order of days gone by had been mercilessly shattered. The surviving gods had all begun to band together for warmth.
They formed alliances and established pantheons!
To some extent, civilization was driven forward by war, whether willingly or not.
But being caught up in this great tide was hardly a pleasant experience. This was especially true for gods like the Goddess of Agriculture, who weren't suited to battle in the first place. Add to that the terrifying sounds that came from the Forbidden Lands every now and then, and every god felt that a great calamity was bearing down on them.
"This must be fate's design. No god can resist it,"