"Run!"
The Goddess of Night and Moon was not the only one so terrified by the immense might at the heart of the Snow Wolf Mountains that she fled in blind panic. She was the true reflection of many gods, including the God of Singing Flame.
He was merely a Low-God, desperately lacking in faith power. He had so few followers that even his shabby temple was nearly unable to maintain normal operations, and he could only struggle to survive in extremely harsh conditions. Apart from the tiny territory under his protection, the priests of his temple showed humble deference to the temples of every other pantheon they encountered. One could well imagine how weak the god behind them was.
The God of Singing Flame had come to Snow Wolf Peak in the northern lands solely because he feared the divine might of the Luoyan Gushadi Wolf God and had no choice but to come.
A world-destroyer?
Perhaps in the eyes of lowly creatures, all gods were lofty, great, and irresistible, beings to be faced with absolute reverence. Yet after truly stepping into the divine domain and seeing the countless temples across Gods Continent glittering against one another like stars, the God of Singing Flame felt as though he had returned to the days when, young and ignorant of the height of heaven and breadth of earth, he first ventured across the continent. Everything was unknown, danger lurked at every moment, and crises beyond his ability to handle could emerge at any time. He could only seek the protection of stronger beings, survive in the cracks between powers, and search for that sliver of life.
Living was already exhausting enough. Even if a world-destroyer descended upon the world and sought to destroy it, that was for those lofty High-Gods and